This is a song about "Into thin air"

To my homie charles bronson cause we been through thick and thin

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

Blood on my hands as my patience wears thin.

In a collision, i see their ambition

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Multiple middle fingers in the air

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

And use it to roll, till the dough is thin

And i like my girls with ambition

Success was just a blatant hoax, my patience was wearing thin,

Vicious transmission for my vicious ambition

Chew thin niggas like under cooked grits

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

Bring the battering ram where you live