This is a song about "Whippin the foriegn"

The more battles the better the flows

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Would you really just think that i'd not come back whippin' ass like i'm mike tyson,

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

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

Eyes poked out the the raven

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

I'm watching the berrics getting head from someone's parent

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga