This is a song about "The kimberley"

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

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

Zero options to choose

Saw the bombs on the news

Now hey little mama

I bring the heat like the

This is love, nothing else close

The more battles the better the flows

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

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Thinkin of the the dreams

I give bitches dick and leave

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

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily