This is a song about "The straws"

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Go where you ain't been

The bigger the the fun

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

Black fours red drop head doors

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

I need to be the center piece of my entire culture

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Endless the days, forever the nights,