This is a song about "The walrus"

Now i'm in the zone

As the king upon the throne

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

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

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

Okay today i was the freshest in my area

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

From curb surfingwe working the industry

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Saw the bombs on the news

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga