This is a song about "The phila"

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

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

The water from the past is the same water in the present

From the gutter to the roof

Niggas die over shoes

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Saw the bombs on the news

Where the fuck the chorus

My nigga, its all love

My drive is like no one

The bigger the the fun