This is a song about "The giver"

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

Hawk,two fingers each hole in the spot i giver the spock,

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

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

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

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Myself as a prominent figure

Stepdad supply the weed, he the giver

Ships that sail to distant places

The name of the game is

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her