This is a song about "The mumble server"

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

I feel ready. i run it into the ground tire out and put that shit to bed, mumble your

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Mumble to me that i can't ask you, i can't

A criminal grind nigga

I bring the heat like the

You to the world

The sequel to the first

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

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

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

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

And my niggas all the same

The realist in the game