This is a song about "The trutrh"

I got that same hunger, rock-a-fella chain hunger

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

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

You're the corner stone

As the king upon the throne

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

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

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

He’s tha only one

The bigger the the fun