This is a song about "The beacg"

The water from the past is the same water in the present

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Here they keep a rachet close

The more battles the better the flows

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

I let you know you dealing with dogs

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

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

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

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Thinkin of the the dreams

Gotta go, let her leave