This is a song about "The hut"

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

The flooding of the nothing

Got the passion for the music

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

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

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

Underrated some would say

The truth but thats the way

Oh, you look like my next victim

Do the math, get the sum

In the face of the outside.

Jungle fever for the night