This is a song about "The hague"

Where the fuck the chorus

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

Still the man with the pan

Weed i can't pronounce man

The more battles the better the flows

And these shape-shifting hoes

Here's the answer and the antidote:

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

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

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Saw the bombs on the news