This is a song about "The harlem renaissance"

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Lunatics the harlem globetrotters and there's no myths and the other guys got

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

Is rampant like the gambling and the stealing in harlem,

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

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

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

The more battles the better the flows

As the tao converted the thief

If you believe then you can achieve

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

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