This is a song about "Destruction is nothing"

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Silenced, nothing is peachy keen, and so dreams,

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Aint no discussing once the beef reaches destruction.

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Anxieties attacking me, and nothing is relaxing me.

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Bridget is safe and nothing happened, the point in my rhymes,

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

When destruction is the rule, well all cease to be,

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

Is it that nothing stays the same unless

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

The dream team is nothing but a dream