This is a song about "The opps sirens"

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

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

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Whores, cocaine laws and sirens

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

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

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

The more battles the better the flows

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

Just, gotta sit in a chair, opps i think i heard a tear, nope, it was just a bear

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

Hope it's just not there, got to many hair, opps just started with a prayer

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

Ten or four, sirens go off as the police pass