This is a song about "The netherlands"

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

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

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Still the man with the pan

Where the fuck the chorus

Got that deep love

As much as i wanna leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

Every night i stroke hoes

The more battles the better the flows

Motherfucker this is forever dope

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