This is a song about "The pinkprint"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Endless the days, forever the nights,

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

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

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

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

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

As the king upon the throne

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

The more battles the better the flows

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air