This is a song about "The incas"

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

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

Saw the bombs on the news

Niggas die over shoes

How simple they are

Down the street to the car,

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

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Before you sign, you’ll be blind if you’ve been broke

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

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

Where the fuck the chorus

But i guess that shit's just tough love