This is a song about "The southwest"

Yeah bitch this date's done

The bigger the the fun

Here's the answer and the antidote:

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

Niggas die over shoes

Saw the bombs on the news

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

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

As the king upon the throne

So i ended up all alone

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly