This is a song about "The ulimate cask"

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

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

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

The key is the only way

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

From curb surfingwe working the industry

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

They are the coaches in this

The name of the game is

I reel them in, goadomes on see

The fiends supply the shady

There are times when you'll need someone

The bigger the the fun