This is a song about "The slums"

Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I let you know you dealing with dogs

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

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

From the bottom to the top

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

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

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

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

Enter the building through the window

The more battles the better the flows

Big homie hov said i am close