This is a song about "The iffice"

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Ever since then i had no job

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

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

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

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

As the king upon the throne

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

Thinkin of the the dreams

Five shots she ready to leave

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

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

Where the fuck the chorus

Ass shots is a plus

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

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face