This is a song about "The aftermath"

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

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Thats a fact/none regard the aftermath

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Just caught in the aftermath, the trash of many past middle-class drones

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

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

The bigger the the fun

We have nothing in common

A defense mechanism, what i thought that i lacked

I was signed to aftermath after the fact

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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