This is a song about "The aftermath"

I was signed to aftermath after the fact

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

What is the aftermath of that,

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

The more battles the better the flows

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

Black fours red drop head doors

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

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

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

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

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

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

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

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