This is a song about "The fog"

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Static in my brain gone, and the fog slightly cleared,

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

The more battles the better the flows

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

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

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

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