This is a song about "The fuuk"

Endless the days, forever the nights,

When i get my hands on nines

And tony jr. said i'm the hope

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Where the fuck the chorus

And panned out, i'm all in love

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

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

Down the street to the car,

Just to let you know, you are

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

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

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

Yeah, look here i pay dues

Saw the bombs on the news