This is a song about "The kraang"

Where the fuck the chorus

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

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

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

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

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

I bring the heat like the

Saw the bombs on the news

Niggas die over shoes

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

You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer

From the gutter to the roof

One time for the girls with the right shoes