This is a song about "Eureka stockade"

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Grating their face now with ease, bitch gangster's a disgrace i police,

Pen and paper, peel the layers

I’ve never seen my neighbors

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Standing out in crowds, flipping off police, like the nwa screamin fuck the police,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Im not even stable to stand up without an enemy

But it feels like i'm getting thrown in a snake pit

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

Be financially stable or busting tables for paper and caught the chasers.

I know my shit better anyone on this damn earth, curse this place, it's worse

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

You guys chilled at the smoke pit

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Mutant passage,i am breathin gases of concentration