This is a song about "The struggl"

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

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

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

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

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

Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedback

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Cause there could never be peace

As the tao converted the thief

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

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Down the street to the car,

Young money, d-town's all star