This is a song about "The mayans"

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

Black fours red drop head doors

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

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

The dope the rhyme wizard

They call me say, word

Endless the days, forever the nights,

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

The more battles the better the flows

In front of our building, they was my heroes

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Advancing like mayans

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

I bring the heat like the