This is a song about "The heco"

Down the street to the car,

Baby, you know who you are

Alcohol and booty calls

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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

Where the fuck the chorus

Is there any love

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

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