This is a song about "The 716"

Hoppin' out a van

Still the man with the pan

The more battles the better the flows

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

We have nothing in common

The bigger the the fun

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

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Where the fuck the chorus

See boy she been in love

So when ya see me nigga

I bring the heat like the

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean