This is a song about "The sundays"

The savage with the statics

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

He say, she say, oh my god

Release the song, cash the lot

I'm the other guy

The vertex and the third eye

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

The realist in the game

The sequel to the first

Nigga, fuck the world

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I'm in the the real world

She wanted to fight at first

It's just the start, the beginning

I'm done thinking, this ain't enough drinking