This is a song about "The pinkprint"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

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

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Endless the days, forever the nights,

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

From the gutter to the roof

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

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

Saw the bombs on the news

Yeah, look here i pay dues

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

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