This is a song about "The sharks"

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

You're the snow, i'm the sun

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

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

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

Eyes poked out the the raven

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

The dopest on the planet

Razor grips, laser spit

The savage with the statics

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix