This is a song about "The gospol"

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

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Where the fuck the chorus

Is there any love

I bring the heat like the

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

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

I sell hot peas and butter, don't want to see you suffer

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Endless the days, forever the nights,

We running that show all around the globe

Here's the answer and the antidote:

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

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

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