This is a song about "The philadelphia eagles"

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedback

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

I'm the nigga with the juice

The bigger the the fun

Mami... she open, she open

Got the passion for the music

Say she told her i wouldn’t shit

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

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

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