This is a song about "The nightmsre"

From the gutter to the roof

When they hear me rocking the groove

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

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

I am just a man

Still the man with the pan

Where the fuck the chorus

Thought this was forever love

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

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

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

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

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

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

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma