This is a song about "Concrete"

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

From concrete, and up on streets, we got more of chromosomes,

I'm a 3 layer foundation mortar concrete and textile

Probably won't last long, you know it's been a while

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Up to your neck in concrete n eat it, like a curse

You watch your mouth around my mama you couldn't cuss mani had a down ass homie though; we ran the streets

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

But knowing me i prolly never meetonly speak when a fan speak

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

Leap above the street and splatter on the concrete,

If he does my soul to keep

Solidity concrete

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Running! right there on the concrete twirling!... right there on stage acting...