This is a song about "The verve"

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

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

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

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

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

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

The more battles the better the flows

Take the exit, the nearest left

I practiced till that shit made perfect

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

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes