This is a song about "The realist"

Both: this the perfect plan

Still the man with the pan

Saw the bombs on the news

Niggas die over shoes

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Today ima choose to be the realist, i'm a realist, fearless,

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

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

The game plan, the game plan

Still the man with the pan

Hate it when i leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

The more battles the better the flows