This is a song about "The boiz"

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Thinkin of the the dreams

I bring the heat like the

You made me wanna

If there’s a shining star

Down the street to the car,

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the