This is a song about "The walrus"

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

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

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Thinkin of the the dreams

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

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

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

And i know - there'll never be peace

As the tao converted the thief

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

Here's the answer and the antidote:

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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