This is a song about "The ropes"

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

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

I herald the gallows, hence i beat to death with threads, ropes, or metal

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

The weed into the bong

No tats dey for my arm

Didn't do a thing at all

Where the ball meets the wall

You made me wanna

I bring the heat like the

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the