This is a song about "The aisans"

From the gutter to the roof

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

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

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

And i can't help but stare, cause

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

The bigger the the fun

My drive is like no one

I bring the heat like the

The science and the art, africa