This is a song about "Rubble"

They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

The rubble, so i threw my mic at him like a knuckle ball,

They buried him beneath the rubble, he's at peace... or so they think,

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

I hate to pop your bubble but what would reduce you to rubble

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

Hope was merging through the rubble

Don’t you ever get too comfortable

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

Pummel into this rubble,

I didn't think i had a privilege, i would trudge in the rubble,

No conspiracy, my fate is inevitable

Daily problems to scuffle over the rubble- its too deep

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Spills and burns through rubble.

Lady at the frank stand will