This is a song about "The grea"

Hoping that mama would sympathize cause she broke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

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

Think fast, fast women

The bigger the the fun

The more battles the better the flows

So while you worry about the hoes

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

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

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

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

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

From the gutter to the roof

With women with issues