This is a song about "The grapist"

From the gutter to the roof

One time for the girls with the right shoes

So let 'em chase love

Where the fuck the chorus

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

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

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

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Hoppin' out a van

Still the man with the pan

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Saw the bombs on the news

When i get my hands on nines

Endless the days, forever the nights,

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

Your developmental league don’t see a team