This is a song about "The plage"

And all my childhood memories

As the tao converted the thief

I bring the heat like the

Your gonna be on top nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

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

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

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

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

As the king upon the throne

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Endless the days, forever the nights,