This is a song about "On the cort"

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

Layin on his chest in the sand time forgotten on the dash.

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Back on the path where i was at on the crossroads,

Burning up,turn the fan on/

When you took my hand up so calm

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Light the way, lead us on

Screw up the cup, i'm on

Pay dues like a hair salon

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

Witnessed my disease, spit lonely on the streets, wolf on the beat,

Damaged on the inside but strong on the surface

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Sights set on the world and my finger on the trigger

I said you look like my ex-girlfriend, sister