This is a song about "The hussle"

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

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

I got to fight this

The name of the game is

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

Stuck in the in the tub,

I gotta question for you man

The game plan, the game plan

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

The birds i knew flip birds