This is a song about "The mumble server"

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

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

From the bench to the ball

Didn't do a thing at all

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

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

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

Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back

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

Eyes poked out the the raven

Magic city tipping them

Had a friend of mine try to use my server last

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air