This is a song about "The reeve"

Ha! you know what they like

In the face of the outside.

The paper to the pen.

Always on some new shit cnn

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

From the cradle to the grave

Driving my car to a foreign place

Christopher reeve got paralysed cuz he fuckin dared to look him in the eyes

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

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

Intendent attend them, cool cause

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree