This is a song about "Conquering high tension rapscallions and widowers"

Almost lost my life to the industry

Got high and my brain got mushy...

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

By selling drugs and pissin hot and gettin high

Now climb, ascend an release your tension

So if it comes down, may the best man win

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Grab a rocket launcher and blow the cops sky high

The tension builds and suddenly everyone drops to the floor,

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

Did i mention my profession loaded tension

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

First off congratulations on the win

Free of all old dragging tension;

What up girl, tell me how you been

Climatic tension, slitherin'