This is a song about "The neast"

High as d'angelo notes in a ghost

Here's the answer and the antidote:

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

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

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

The more battles the better the flows

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Down the street to the car,

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

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

Where would i be without my dogs

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Got tired of running from the police

As the tao converted the thief