This is a song about "The harlem renaissance"

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

But its time to let the renaissance go,

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

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

Almost lost my life to the industry

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

Where the fuck the chorus

Ass shots is a plus

With women with issues

Saw the bombs on the news

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues