This is a song about "The originals"

This the clash of the titans

I never fit in with them light skins

The trigger or the chair

Three town homes in delaware

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

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

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

As an arsonist i freeze originals leaving them breathless without a copy,

Alcohol and booty calls

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

Take the exit, the nearest left

I know it hurt but life's not perfect

I'm the operator, the administrator.

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her