This is a song about "The diff"

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

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

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

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

I put these poems all in these songs

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

From the gutter to the roof

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Yeah, the kid in this thang

Still the man with the pan

Saw the bombs on the news

With women with issues

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

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team