This is a song about "The goodne"

I'm a son of a gun

The bigger the the fun

Still the man with the pan

Wolf gang, wolf gang

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

From the gutter to the roof

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

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

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

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

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

As the king upon the throne