This is a song about "The interview"

Where the fuck the chorus

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

I'm gonna piss all over this interview, lyrically finish you

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

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

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

As the tao converted the thief

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I'm the prophecy ,your the bitch

Never agree with that message

A criminal grind mean hustle

The king of the jungle