This is a song about "Group communication"

East with biggie and group home

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

No god dam way of communication

We're trained in a new cage and booth, a hated group,

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

I rather give you my last to see you live again

Tight nit group of thugs, dedicated to the cause of pain.

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

I believe mcing is the best way of communication,

And you're, approaching me right

Had a group of friends stuck by my side,

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Taking out such a pivotal group

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Critics take hip-hop and rap music and group it together,