This is a song about "The slums"

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Reminisce the times and the laughter

The realist in the game

So we can live again

Broken streets, kids dream of me in the slums

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Do the math, get the sum

Bet i get like 8 of them

And pray for better days

The streetz is aint the safe

Niggas die over shoes

I'm the nigga with the juice