This is a song about "The sidemen"

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

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

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

Down the street to the car,

Just to let you know, you are

Black fours red drop head doors

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

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

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between