This is a song about "The stats"

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

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

I'll never call you bitch again

Ryot, your skill stats still remain the same.

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

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

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

Got the passion for the music

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

I'm the nigga with the juice

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

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

The truth but thats the way