This is a song about "The blitz"

My flow is packaged this one is a blitz

You can hear it in my lyrics

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

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

The realist in the game

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I bring the heat like the

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

Take me away away

The truth but thats the way

The weed into the bong

When you took my hand up so calm