This is a song about "The tempest"

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke

High as shit, i’m in a booth

From the gutter to the roof

Where the fuck the chorus

We don't ever make love

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

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

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

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

The more battles the better the flows

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes