This is a song about "The the the"

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Thinkin of the the dreams

I'm why baby mommas leave

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

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

Soon as i come home

As the king upon the throne

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Got that deep love

Where the fuck the chorus

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

Yeah, look here i pay dues

Saw the bombs on the news