This is a song about "The hbc"

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

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

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

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

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Thinkin of the the dreams

I say "stay", she wanna leave

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Saw the bombs on the news

High as shit, i’m in a booth

As the tao converted the thief

As much as i wanna leave