This is a song about "Mesa"

Raised in the streets , so i tell them mesa made me.

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

As i pack my bags and head to mesa / where we getting our cake up/

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck

To the dealers , tweakers and weirdos on date/ mesa , i cant hate/ downin our

I'll be there in an instantwho am i to judge another brother, only on his cover