This is a song about "The pruge"

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

The more battles the better the flows

Here's the answer and the antidote:

They took her by the throat, we front in here for dope

Duck duck, say goose

Saw the bombs on the news

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

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

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

The bigger the the fun

Yeah bitch this date's done