This is a song about "The greys"

That he dont even own

As the king upon the throne

This is for my niggas gettin' high on the regular

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

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

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

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

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

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back