This is a song about "The greatesr"

Thug for life nigga

I bring the heat like the

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

The more battles the better the flows

So i ended up all alone

As the king upon the throne

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

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

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack