This is a song about "The lodge"

I bring the heat like the

You're fucking with me, nigga

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

Speed up, patience, please cause

Down the street to the car,

If there’s a shining star

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

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

Saw the bombs on the news

Its cold as shit in this booth

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between