This is a song about "The magicians nephew"

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

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

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

As the tao converted the thief

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Here's the answer and the antidote:

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

I bring the heat like the

Just a little nigga

Where the fuck the chorus

The game of love

From the gutter to the roof

High as shit, i’m in a booth

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days