This is a song about "The gr"

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

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

Poke out from behind her

In the heat of the summer,

So get them ends hot

From the bottom to the top

In the face of the outside.

Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right

When something is broken

The bigger the the fun

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

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

The more battles the better the flows