This is a song about "The schookyard"

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

Endless the days, forever the nights,

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

I bring the heat like the

Your gonna be on top nigga

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Before you sign, you’ll be blind if you’ve been broke

Down the street to the car,

She prayed on me passing that bar