This is a song about "The 6ix"

I'm why baby mommas leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

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

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Niggas who ain't seen beef

As the tao converted the thief

Still the man with the pan

I put that shit on my man

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

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