This is a song about "The cia"

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Here's the answer and the antidote:

The street slang i be speakin in code

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

As the king upon the throne

And then the cia come and they flood the streets with crack,

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

As much as i wanna leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

Can't flex i hit the blunt more than once a day

Known across town, searched by c.i.a.

Fuck it, i'm done

The bigger the the fun