This is a song about "The model"

Almost lost my life to the industry

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Jt: i'mma be the syrup, she can be my waffle

Ima bad bitch on his hip man he call me his model

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

And wallowed in sorrow, borrowed cash, i'm a role model,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

'cause i'm the only role model, for a person like me.

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

In the heat of the summer,

Or something that you paid for

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

I bring the heat like the

Thug for life nigga