This is a song about "The inquisition"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

Still the man with the pan

Them niggas newbie bang

All we need is convienient love

Where the fuck the chorus

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

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Saw the bombs on the news

With women with issues

From the gutter to the roof

But elon don't got no proof

Here's the answer and the antidote:

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke