This is a song about "Whinnie the pooh"

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Here's the answer and the antidote:

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

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

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

Where the fuck the chorus

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

And it looked better than you, two faces looking like pooh

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

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

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,