This is a song about "Lane and road and streets"

Ain't come from no happy home, my pain y'all cannot decode

Cause i've been there , and it's just a downhill road,

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Stuck on a desert road deserted and famished

The street slang i be speakin in code

And it's cold, tryin' to travel this road

Secret society all we ask is trust

And kids from the streets, it’s their environment,

Just trying to link this music and its roots in the streets,

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Up commin its been a long ass road to fame and glory

Together all the timethought it was true love

I got no backups the road is long and callous

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds