This is a song about "The graet"

Where the fuck the chorus

And panned out, i'm all in love

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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

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

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

Down the street to the car,

She prayed on me passing that bar

Everything ain't what it seems

Thinkin of the the dreams

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

I bring the heat like the

Thug for life nigga