This is a song about "The itis"

You're the corner stone

Choked the one on the throne

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

Huh, a metaphor of course

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

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

Your developmental league don’t see a team

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

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

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

The name of the game is

As often, i do this