This is a song about "The ville"

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

I ain't being facetious saying i speak for the culture

Money long from here to japan

The game plan, the game plan

Choked the one on the throne

I jive like bone

You make a nigga's night turn day

The key is the only way

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

The ville with a coupe rocket

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

Best shit to come out the ville, call me the bluegrass biggie/

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

Huh, a metaphor of course

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

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose