This is a song about "Walrus the"

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

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

Ever since then i had no job

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Still the man with the pan

Andy samberg: oh dang

Stop blowing up my cellphone

As the king upon the throne

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

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

You made me wanna

I bring the heat like the