This is a song about "The pied piper"

The savage with the statics

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

The wall being the victim

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

She wanted to fight at first

I'm in the the real world

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Drive you spineless slithering snakes out, call me the pied piper,

For the man of the hour

I'm gettin discouraged with her

But girl you got me open

You're the snow, i'm the sun

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

I bring the heat like the

A criminal grind nigga