This is a song about "The guide"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

The bigger the the fun

And it weighs a ton

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

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

I'm abusing the sunshine so i'm technically blind

Go run and hide before i let the beretta guide through your mind

Be wise, don't hide, guide me, risk the ride

Real nigga, street certified

You are always there when i slip up i just don't care never really learned

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

I honestly seriously thought i needed her as a guide

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right