This is a song about "The arctic"

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

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

So let 'em chase love

Where the fuck the chorus

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

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

Gotta go, let her leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Impeccable give it my note

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

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