This is a song about "The climate"

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

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

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

Alcohol and booty calls

Im the best your the worst

I been all around the world

Endless the days, forever the nights,

All the time with this glock of mines

Everything ain't what it seems

Thinkin of the the dreams

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

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

Fifth wheel on the back just hang

Still the man with the pan

Never know when i'm in your room and hell comes in my heart with a different climate

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid