This is a song about "The rig"

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

The bigger the the fun

Black fours red drop head doors

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

Niggas die over shoes

Saw the bombs on the news

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

Few chips, i get out n' spray

Heres jk, the man, the prey

Like the chakra or the mayans

I never fit in with them light skins