This is a song about "The nightmsre"

Took me a while just to write those

The more battles the better the flows

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

Still the man with the pan

Wolf gang, wolf gang

As the tao converted the thief

And ya'll don't know no beef

Niggas die over shoes

From the gutter to the roof

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

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire