This is a song about "The squirts"

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

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

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

Saw the bombs on the news

Zero options to choose

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Endless the days, forever the nights,

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air