This is a song about "The sidemen"

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

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

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

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

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

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

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

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

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

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

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

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

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke