This is a song about "The rapture"

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Cdg shit match my kicks

The savage with the statics

Here we go faggots, this rap is the rapture

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

The realist in the game

Searching for fortune and fame

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

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

For the man of the hour

Or something that you paid for

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Id rather sink to the abyss of bioshocks rapture

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Adap ta, 'cause these streets a gas ya,and have ya caught up in the rapture