This is a song about "The harlem renaissance"

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

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

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

But its time to let the renaissance go,

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

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Clicks, cuz we're a wild pack of harlem lunatics!

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

Here's the answer and the antidote:

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

Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free