This is a song about "Lineage"

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

The baddest chicks they on my side

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

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

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team.

Get loud/ get loud/ let me hear you get louder

Although the route's foul, we need similac powder

Lucky to the guys that experienced succession,

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

Lifes great when you play for my team

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

South side we on this shit

So get up off that slave ship

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

Amounts to crap you had in every line