This is a song about "In the warehouse"

In a collision, i see their ambition

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

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

Money from the safe in the back, stepped in waving the mac

In the face of the outside.

Two times, cause a youngin ain't died

At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

So we can live again

The realist in the game

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

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works