This is a song about "The hod"

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

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

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

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

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Hop off the bus

Where the fuck the chorus

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

I'm watching the berrics getting head from someone's parent

The more battles the better the flows

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

They forgot about the fourth coast

Here's the answer and the antidote:

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

But you never come when you period is five days