This is a song about "The glade"

So you finally got the nerve

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

I bring the heat like the

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

The name of the game is

And i don't rely on no bitches

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

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

Say what you wanna but

Stuck in the in the tub,

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

The fiends supply the shady