This is a song about "The package"

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Always knew where the pot was

Where the fuck the chorus

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

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

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

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Carve the incision, your mission to deliver the package containing lithium.