This is a song about "The sacraments"

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

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

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

One time for the girls with the right shoes

From the gutter to the roof

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

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

That gal want me ride har

Down the street to the car,

Here's the answer and the antidote:

I keep a broad beside me while i skate coast