This is a song about "The wringer"

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

Alcohol and booty calls

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

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Where the fuck the chorus

Is there any love

As the tao converted the thief

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedback

From the gutter to the roof

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes