This is a song about "The blitz"

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

Light girls if it's black they attract to usually

From the bottom to the top

If you had, one shot

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

Speed up, patience, please cause

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

Where the ball meets the wall

Just as you rose you will fall

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

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

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