This is a song about "The iffice"

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

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

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

The more battles the better the flows

Where the fuck the chorus

Back when crack was enormous

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

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

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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

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

Hold up, i used to run powers and draws

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!