This is a song about "The 1800s"

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

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

Niggas die over shoes

From the gutter to the roof

Here's the answer and the antidote:

And my regime includes east coast

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

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

As the king upon the throne

Now all i am is alone

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

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

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

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

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