This is a song about "The pitsburg stealers"

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

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

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

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

Saw the bombs on the news

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

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

Jawan harris:have you ever loved someone so bad

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

Endless the days, forever the nights,

All the time with this glock of mines

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave