This is a song about "The verve"

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

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

I'm watching the berrics getting head from someone's parent

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

Can’t you see just how long my run

The bigger the the fun

It's how we put it there

The trigger or the chair

Bout time i got my respect

Take the exit, the nearest left

You're fucking with me, nigga

I bring the heat like the

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

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