This is a song about "The namekevin"

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

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

The bigger the the fun

It ain't where i been

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

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

Thinkin of the the dreams

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

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

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

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

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

As the king upon the throne

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

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news