This is a song about "Remains"

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

Remains ignorant, of the terrors he will shortly see/

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

Your legacy remains in the song, remember this

All that talk about change, and shit still remains the same

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Facial expression remains the same,

And nasty remains and bones

This is oh so much like getting votes

A slain dame displayed with only torso remains in place

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

Nothing remains, no matter what insane strain, grain it