This is a song about "The incas"

With women with issues

From the gutter to the roof

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

The water from the past is the same water in the present

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

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Thinkin of the the dreams

Everything ain't what it seems

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

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

Endless the days, forever the nights,

When i get my hands on nines

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

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