This is a song about "Concrete"

But this time i will stand with my feet planted, and be solid as a concrete

We ain't playing for rings and that trophy i mention before, i let em keep

The word's on the street so keep your ears to the concrete

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

I got ways to sort beef like shattering jaws on concrete,

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

Solidity concrete

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Tag the empty concrete, make your voice heard

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

Roses grown from concrete and mean streets, not meadows,

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

Im not, from the streets, or the concrete, i grew up white on the rez, no allies no fleet, no peeps