This is a song about "The fuuk"

So while you worry about the hoes

The more battles the better the flows

Let's have a toast for this new love

Where the fuck the chorus

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

As the king upon the throne

Put my number in your phone

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back