This is a song about "The grinf"

Organized crime, i kill your boss

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

Always knew where the pot was

Where the fuck the chorus

From the gutter to the roof

Niggas die over shoes

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

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

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

In front of our building, they was my heroes

The more battles the better the flows

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Endless the days, forever the nights,