This is a song about "In the bando"

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

The realist in the game

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

In the far back near the corner trying to take it in,

The fans are in a massive spin, the cops are in/

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

The realist in the game

I live my life in tha fast lane

Stuck in the in the tub,

I know you're mad, but so what

In the face of the outside.

My uncle pulled me to the side

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts