This is a song about "The polish"

Call me cocky i love it, baby father a sucker

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

Stop blowing up my cellphone

Choked the one on the throne

When you feel like this

The name of the game is

I let you know you dealing with dogs

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

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Trigger squeezed, shine at the tip of my finger like nail polish

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

The more battles the better the flows

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes