This is a song about "The grilled"

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Riding around with ms. reece and them

Eyes poked out the the raven

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

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Nigga, fuck the world

The sequel to the first

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

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

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

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

It's just the start, the beginning

Lust will have you slipping