This is a song about "Concrete"

I said ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

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

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

Your flow is wack and mine is concrete,

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

But really all i want is life to become concrete,

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

He grew from concrete, didn't live amongst the roses,

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

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

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

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep