This is a song about "The hbc"

In front of our building, they was my heroes

The more battles the better the flows

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

Fuck this rap shit, i'll die for mine, motherfucker

Black fours red drop head doors

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

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

From the gutter to the roof

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Saw the bombs on the news

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Light girls if it's black they attract to usually

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