This is a song about "The canadian shield"

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

- protect myself like i'm a spartan when his shield is up

Now move back over here to the right

They were my shield and damn straight we wouldnt divide,

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

My shield a paper spittin words like vapor

My shield a paper spittin words like vaporhe'll be at home jacking off

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

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