This is a song about "The wringer"

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

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

The bigger the the fun

I am not the only one

Hoping that mama would sympathize cause she broke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

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

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

From the gutter to the roof