This is a song about "The gospol"

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

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

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

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

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

She prayed on me passing that bar

Down the street to the car,

Thinkin of the the dreams

I give bitches dick and leave

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

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

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

New canvas she need a new stroke

Here's the answer and the antidote: