This is a song about "The nightmare"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

You watch your mouth around my mama you couldn't cuss mani had a down ass homie though; we ran the streets

Rolling thunders is all i hear every night when a nightmare escapes from my agitated sleeps

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

Cant escape this living nightmare, it didnt fight fair

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

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

It's become a nightmare

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Clever nightmare, you quite scared?

Then push the milk on a slow bend