This is a song about "The odyssey"

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

How you niggas pimpin if you spendin on vagina

I let you know you dealing with dogs

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

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

The flooding of the nothing

Got the passion for the music

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

In the heat of the summer,

She can't be my mother

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Got a beans if you wanna pop

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