This is a song about "The graet"

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

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

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

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Gotta handle your own

As the king upon the throne

Down the street to the car,

With the goons i spar

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

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

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

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