This is a song about "The preamble"

Then the stars don't even matter

Reminisce the times and the laughter

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Yeah ain't that what the song say

The truth but thats the way

Hold up, i used to run powers and draws

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

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Ben stiller, zoolander, same face

The streetz is aint the safe

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

The realist in the game