This is a song about "The nes"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

Intendent attend them, cool cause

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

Down the street to the car,

I'm a fucking rap star

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

Zero options to choose

From the gutter to the roof

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines