This is a song about "The cheetah"

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

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

As i light one for ill will

Im the one waring the mussel,

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

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

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Choked the one on the throne

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone