This is a song about "The gumbi stew"

To the voice of the oblivion,

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

The trigger or the chair

No, not on top but down there

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

You're fucking with me, nigga

I bring the heat like the

I'm brewing a stew 'n' spewing the truth with this news flash

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Ends in a fuck to cover up the muck we stew up,

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack