This is a song about "With"

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

There's nothing this idiocy compares with,

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder

And there's little to be glad for

Enough pain already to sleep with

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

With rock, shock rap with doc

Word go get the bitches

Yeah you think you're tough with

Cause they right down the street

I deal with bull with the sheet,

Where would i be without my dogs

Play with your toys, play with your blocks,

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and