This is a song about "The paeadise"

Thinkin of the the dreams

Gotta go, let her leave

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

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Saw the bombs on the news

My time with their half-witted reviews

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

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

You gotta breathe and be at ease

As the tao converted the thief

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

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

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

Black fours red drop head doors

Endless the days, forever the nights,

I'm standing on the field full of land mines