This is a song about "The gratest"

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

We have nothing in common

The bigger the the fun

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

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

I was a black sheep, but now i'm just a goat

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Just to make it in this broadway lights

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga