This is a song about "The fuq"

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

And i can't help but stare, cause

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

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

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

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

I bring the heat like the

Coroners comfort your mama

As the tao converted the thief

We can make more, make babies

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the