This is a song about "The 1800s"

I bring the heat like the

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

Still the man with the pan

I put these poems all in these songs

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

As the king upon the throne

Be shy when we're all alone

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

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

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Here's the answer and the antidote:

That i'd, never ever ever go broke