This is a song about "The originals"

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

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Where would i be without my dogs

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

From the cradle to the grave

I miss the better days

The trigger or the chair

Three town homes in delaware

Atl was tipping them

The paper to the pen.

This the clash of the titans

So i guess that's where i hide my things

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

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

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back