This is a song about "The mayans"

Took me a while just to write those

The more battles the better the flows

From the gutter to the roof

With women with issues

So beat me to the bone

As the king upon the throne

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

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

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

The dope the rhyme wizard

They call me say, word

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

Like the mayans fuck us over with short time

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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