This is a song about "The occult"

I bring the heat like the

Coroners comfort your mama

When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

From the gutter to the roof

Niggas die over shoes

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Down the street to the car,

I know i've came so far

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

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

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

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry