This is a song about "The hague"

Where the fuck the chorus

She can make a pimp fall in love

But it's still cool just to dream man because

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

I bring the heat like the

You're fucking with me, nigga

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

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Saw the bombs on the news

Niggas die over shoes

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

The water from the past is the same water in the present

The bigger the the fun

Ok i hear you talkin