This is a song about "From the ville"

I fucking hate this job

From the bottom to the top

She never ready to go so she forever come

Not from the north south east or west i'm the ish from

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Minds lucid from the mixtures

Different from the rest

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Niggas die over shoes

From the gutter to the roof

Wolf gang, kill em' all

From the bench to the ball