This is a song about "The blitz"

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

You still won't blitz through this defensive line back.

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

You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer

The bigger the the fun

So now she picks up the gun

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

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

The truth but thats the way

This is hip hop for today

Reminisce the times and the laughter

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Do the math, get the sum

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

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

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere