This is a song about "Th its"

And so i remember, dates like january 24th

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

And losin all his money

Its inhumanity,

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something

This is serious, its not funny, and its shining like gold cause its stunning

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

You can't face th' brutal honest

You can disown him or stone him

Its in operation

Its obvious im hot its obvious you cold

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Yea its my group its my legion

Its an imagination

What up girl, tell me how you been