This is a song about "Teotihuacan civilzation and roman civilzation"

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Boy got dollars, pounds or whatever

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

I spit rapid fire like a roman candle stick

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Living young and wild and free

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

And a fridge and some broccoli

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

And inhospitable,

I'm like roots, you a new shovel