This is a song about "The mumble server"

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

And of course, my car's off course

Nigga don't know how to rap but i'm in the game

Customize a server instance like a model train

I bring the heat like the

Now hey little mama

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

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

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

Eyes poked out the the raven

Yo, turn me up some

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

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes