This is a song about "The fog"

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

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

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

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

So when ya see me nigga

I bring the heat like the

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

My rhymes get you lost like your in a fog

And i can't help but stare, cause

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

He act like a fog cause he got that mystery flow

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