This is a song about "55"

Add the water, let that co2 take effect

Half your body laying on my chest

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Peep this prose, closest thing to hopping out this zone.

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

'case a nigga get haphazard and start thinkin bout robbin a light skin bastard

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

And i came up quick, watched how it worked, learned the block tricks

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

No particular reason just tryna make sure we don't have to blast the heater

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

Learned to pocket pick, learned to keep the pot at a real nice temp

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

You'd think she'd be used to it, her nephew used to bang too, he who was i came up thru