This is a song about "The transcontinental railroad"

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

From the gutter to the roof

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

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

Where the fuck the chorus

We don't ever make love

I bring the heat like the

Thug for life nigga

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

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

As the king upon the throne

Gotta handle your own

I put that shit on my man

Still the man with the pan

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

Here's the answer and the antidote: