This is a song about "The underworld"

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

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

When something is broken

The bigger the the fun

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

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

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

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

Right after i send these fake bitches to the underworld

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

Will i stay underworld or go mainstream

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Look at wale and say you nothing but a biter

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/