This is a song about "Back in the day they had us in the house like strays"

When they would be the same with a day in my shoes,

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Highest form of affection, physical connection

They can say its their house, until the chill starts to ease in

Twista finna get up on the track

That crap i spat stabbed both of us in the back

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

When they wouldn't be the same with a day in my shoes,

A day like any other, flying a kite in the back with her brother

You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

Im in my fort house stuntin like henry the five/

Back in the day the south showed no mercy for blacks

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats