This is a song about "The rena"

Where the fuck the chorus

But i guess that shit's just tough love

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

And of course, my car's off course

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

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

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

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

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

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga