This is a song about "The nail to the cros"

From the cradle to the grave

Say you through will all my foul ways

Uneducated little bigot, nigga i will nail this hard,

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Word to the wise, peace to the narrator.

I'm the kerosene to the fire a fucking pin to the tire

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

From the bottom to the top

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

To the rigors of the industry

From the gutter to the roof

Zero options to choose

This is the part where we run hip hop

The door to the world, and the box to my cock