This is a song about "Greg the peg"

We have nothing in common

The bigger the the fun

Your developmental league don’t see a team

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

It's a -- situation

Cocked the pistol, checked the pin

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Eyes poked out the the raven

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Hold up, i used to run powers and draws

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served

The realist in the game

And my niggas all the same

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Put expressions in their music and create the face