This is a song about "The regime"

In the heat of the summer,

That i will leave earth with her

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

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

The little cat was practice, for my later regime.

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Where the ball meets the wall

As i'm watching the snow fall

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

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

The realist in the game

That's how i got the weed spot

From the bottom to the top