This is a song about "The sandlot"

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

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

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

But it's still cool just to dream man because

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

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

I'm the nigga with the juice

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

Got the passion for the music

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

The streetz is aint the safe

Yeah hail mary full of grace