This is a song about "The kraang"

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

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

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Saw the bombs on the news

With women with issues

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I'm watching the berrics getting head from someone's parent

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

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Just cause i don't get votes don't mean i didn't kill everybody i faced,go practice first

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