This is a song about "The crucible"

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

Once as a slave who imagined being free

The more battles the better the flows

Guess i’m different than most

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

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

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Saw the bombs on the news

I got that same hunger, rock-a-fella chain hunger

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

Still the man with the pan