This is a song about "The glade"

The proverbial lemonade that i made

Im so fresh with my lines you can call me glade.

We self-made but never is an i on the team

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

Clutchin’ on this lube and roses

The name of the game is

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

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

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

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

I bring the heat like the

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

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