This is a song about "Essence"

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Family needs it to get out of the trailer we lived in for ten years

I'll rebel against your jealous hating, blessed with the essence to excel with patience

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

But i'm really hip hops essence.

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Dis is ma essence, ma presence yow sentence

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

The whole essence of this rap song

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine

The essence of my mind, the essence of a crime

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Marijuana blazer, inhale the essence through a,