This is a song about "Greenwood savages"

Battle savages scavenge libs and manage average kids..

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Fantastic, ripping rap savages, pass it on, i have to sin,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Look in the medicine cabinet, lucky that i'm friends with savages