This is a song about "The"

The more battles the better the flows

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Speed up, patience, please cause

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

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

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Spent a long time coming up this road

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

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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