This is a song about "The catcher in the rye"

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

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

In the far back near the corner trying to take it in,

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

That's the window into the sky

Riper than italian rye

He's in the books he's in the cites

There is a light that shines

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

In the face of the outside.

And what your whip like

In the face of the outside.