This is a song about "The atlantic"

Thinkin of the the dreams

Gotta go, let her leave

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

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

The game plan, the game plan

She said she's never had a man

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

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

Across the face of the earth

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

Trip, and then you never snitch

I'm the prophecy ,your the bitch

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

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