This is a song about "The earths layers"

Give players plenty space

The streetz is aint the safe

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Everynight i stare, and say my prayers, blood drips from the missing layers,

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I am only a fighter, in the form of a writer

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

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

And of course, my car's off course

The more battles the better the flows

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

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

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