This is a song about "Drought"

We don't speak to informants, they just look for a way out

Spiritually i always knew i was stuck in this drought

Ridin' through my city car black can't see out

They are going to ran out like their mouth just drought.

My tires align with the play, but the times out

These words spout you have a creativity drought

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Fucking drought these are my sufferings this is what i go through so try to walk

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

I've got nothin' to worry about

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

Goin to class readin the grapes of wrath, this aint no dust bowl this a drought,

You sound thirstier than a mothafuckin drought.

If i get stopped, have a bitch throw the weed out