This is a song about "The hoies"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

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

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Saw the bombs on the news

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

The bigger the the fun

He’s tha only one

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

Here's the answer and the antidote:

You're fucking with me, nigga

I bring the heat like the