This is a song about "The inquisition"

I bring the heat like the

The science and the art, africa

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

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Endless the days, forever the nights,

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Where the fuck the chorus

Know i just call it head phone

As the king upon the throne

From the gutter to the roof

So cool, my bitch got no shoes