This is a song about "The squirts"

Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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,

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Endless the days, forever the nights,

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

As the king upon the throne

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

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Ever since then i had no job

Thinkin of the the dreams

Cause after all the lights and screams