This is a song about "The catcloud"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

New canvas she need a new stroke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Your developmental league don’t see a team

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Cause after all the lights and screams

Thinkin of the the dreams

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

From the gutter to the roof

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

The more battles the better the flows