This is a song about "The nativity"

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Saw the bombs on the news

Hope my city is not too far

Down the street to the car,

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Thinkin of the the dreams

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

We self-made but never is an i on the team

Here's the answer and the antidote:

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

But elon don't got no proof

From the gutter to the roof

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack