This is a song about "The tourney"

Saw the bombs on the news

High as shit, i’m in a booth

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

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

The more battles the better the flows

Okay today i was the freshest in my area

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

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

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

Here's the answer and the antidote: