This is a song about "The fuq"

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Black fours red drop head doors

Like fuck it man

Still the man with the pan

Coroners comfort your mama

I bring the heat like the

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

The street slang i be speakin in code

Here's the answer and the antidote: