This is a song about "The renissance"

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

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

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

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

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

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

The bigger the the fun

Ok i hear you talkin

As the king upon the throne

Baby im in the zone

Down the street to the car,

You get close but no cigar

From the gutter to the roof

A far reach from them rap dudes