This is a song about "Lowell massachusetts in the 90s"

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

In the heat of the summer,

Sitting in my chair relaxing in the sun

And get on down with this thc vision

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

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

The pain stains the brain with delays in

I'm talkin ideas , motivation

Hero in the streets, carnage in the sheets

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

And picture me rollin

Knocked out in the lunch in

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

Helping the the position that i'm in