This is a song about "The witcher"

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

As the king upon the throne

I put that shit on my man

Still the man with the pan

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

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

Cause after all the lights and screams

Thinkin of the the dreams

With women with issues

From the gutter to the roof

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

Here's the answer and the antidote:

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

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss