This is a song about "The outsiders flashback"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Shoot you in the spine, trigger a flashback in the back of the alley

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

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

Backpackers, slackers, like flapjack, let's backtrack, a flashback.

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/

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

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Bait baby, wait baby

The fiends supply the shady

I bring the heat like the

You're fucking with me, nigga