This is a song about "The cay"

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

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

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

And of course, my car's off course

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

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

Thug for life nigga

I bring the heat like the

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

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

Saw the bombs on the news

Its cold as shit in this booth

The bigger the the fun

We have nothing in common