This is a song about "The blueprinted"

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

You made me wanna

I bring the heat like the

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

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

So if you wanna leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

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

I got that same hunger, rock-a-fella chain hunger

Hold on you can see my vision

The bigger the the fun

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

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

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

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days