This is a song about "The chariot"

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Than the birds on the wire

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

Where would i be without my dogs

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

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

Had i not been exposed to these things

This the clash of the titans

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

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

From the womb, my newborn child

In the face of the outside.