This is a song about "The 6ix"

Endless the days, forever the nights,

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Wolf gang, wolf gang

Still the man with the pan

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

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

I tend to leave them quite offended if they too dependent

The water from the past is the same water in the present

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

As the king upon the throne

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

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

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