This is a song about "The pinkprint"

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

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

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

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

And could i be a star

Down the street to the car,

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Endless the days, forever the nights,

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

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually

The more battles the better the flows

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

From the gutter to the roof

I need to be the center piece of my entire culture

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,