This is a song about "The enviorne"

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

But it's still cool just to dream man because

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Saw the bombs on the news

With women with issues

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

How simple they are

Down the street to the car,

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

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

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

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

Where the fuck the chorus

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz