This is a song about "The harlem renaissance"

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

Fire starter put me anywhere i just blaze

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Two-step - white dude's harlem shake

All dem niggas gonna hate

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

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

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

As the tao converted the thief

And i know - there'll never be peace