This is a song about "The wringer"

The more battles the better the flows

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

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

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

Here's the answer and the antidote:

High as d'angelo notes in a ghost

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

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair