This is a song about "The nsa"

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Can't be yourself with nsa spying shit

Can't be yourself with nsa spying shit

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

The bigger the the fun

Everything ain't what it seems

Thinkin of the the dreams

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

Here's the answer and the antidote:

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

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

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

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three