This is a song about "The outsiders"

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

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

Where the fuck the chorus

Is there any love

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

Down the street to the car,

I know i've came so far

I bring the heat like the

Just a little nigga

Saw the bombs on the news

Yeah, look here i pay dues

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the