This is a song about "The gratest"

Still the man with the pan

Cause u know that this my jam

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Where the fuck the chorus

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

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

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

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

I bring the heat like the

You're fucking with me, nigga