This is a song about "Our hands tight holding the rivers calmly flowing"

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

For putting hands on my mother and destroying our lives,

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Always holding the world on my shoulder

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

Kid, with my man theory holding me down, with our crown

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

To the kids holding liquor bottles.

Or closed casket for our troubles

So let 'em chase love

Holding hands, kissing idols.