This is a song about "The ottomans"

I bring the heat like the

Coroners comfort your mama

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

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

Down the street to the car,

How simple they are

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Here's the answer and the antidote: