This is a song about "The hussle"

I was wondering maybe

The fiends supply the shady

I know you're mad, but so what

Stuck in the in the tub,

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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

Just cause i don't get votes don't mean i didn't kill everybody i faced,go practice first

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

Almost lost my life to the industry

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

I put these poems all in these songs

Not too many is touching, double m g this summer

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