This is a song about "The arctic"

As the tao converted the thief

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

Hoes i need a condom for my toast

Here's the answer and the antidote:

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

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

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

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

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

This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag

She prayed on me passing that bar

Down the street to the car,

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

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry