This is a song about "The crucible"

Wolf gang, wolf gang

Still the man with the pan

As the king upon the throne

They blowing up my phone

Thinkin of the the dreams

Malcolm x, by any means

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Saw the bombs on the news

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

The more battles the better the flows

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

And of course, my car's off course