This is a song about "The outsider"

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Here's the answer and the antidote:

They forgot about the fourth coast

From the gutter to the roof

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

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

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

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Self made self paid man

Still the man with the pan

Thinkin of the the dreams

Get grand slam fans out of they seats