This is a song about "The 309"

I can hardly remember

"contemplate", i wrote about her

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

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Never forget what ya meant ta

Our children must be taught, of africa

Zero options to choose

Best ingest molecules

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

This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag

Crazy how shit always seems to happen just to get views

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

So i took another shot

Know shit's about to drop,