This is a song about "Sebastian the roadie"

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

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

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

To the voice of the oblivion,

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Jewish getting married in the church of st. sebastian

Your the boat without the paddle

This bag is from seattle

But it's still cool just to dream man because

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

Thug for life nigga

I bring the heat like the

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there