This is a song about "Roiling the joy"

In front of our building, they was my heroes

The more battles the better the flows

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

With joy a feeling they hadn't has for so long.

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

God doesn't want us to defend with hate in our hearts, but spread joy and faith from nearest to far

With cash that i couldn't spend, countless carsan addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Beaming all joy down to hell as if my name was scotty.