This is a song about "The 1800s"

I bring the heat like the

A criminal grind nigga

Saw the bombs on the news

Niggas die over shoes

I sell hot peas and butter, don't want to see you suffer

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

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

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

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

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

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

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

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

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back