This is a song about "The hut"

Reminisce the times and the laughter

And that i spent the night with her

This shit ain't nothing new though

Enter the building through the window

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I swear i'm coming back one day

The truth but thats the way

The weed into the bong

When you took my hand up so calm

White with a badge or anyone

The bigger the the fun

All the bitches know my name

The realist in the game

Coroners comfort your mama

I bring the heat like the