This is a song about "Tim howard the homosexual"

Just woke up and screamed, fuck the world

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

The water from the past is the same water in the present

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

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

And i can't help but stare, cause

I got rich from a little struggle

I'm no homosexual,

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

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

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

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

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

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track