This is a song about "The sacraments"

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

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

Money long from here to japan

Still the man with the pan

He got a wife, ex-wife, and a baby mother

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

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

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

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face