This is a song about "The nuames compact"

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

As the king upon the throne

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Before you sign, you’ll be blind if you’ve been broke

High as shit, i’m in a booth

From the gutter to the roof

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

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

Endless the days, forever the nights,

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

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

Wolf gang, wolf gang

Still the man with the pan

The more battles the better the flows

Took me a while just to write those