This is a song about "The gutteysburg adress"

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

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

Thinkin of the the dreams

I'm why baby mamas leave

The bigger the the fun

I pop one, you pop one

And don't you bring your camera phone

As the king upon the throne

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

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

Down the street to the car,

Just to let you know, you are

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

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