This is a song about "The reconquista 1492"

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

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

Where the fuck the chorus

Don’t you be holding back, your love

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

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

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

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Down the street to the car,

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

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

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

As the king upon the throne

You left your nigga on his own