This is a song about "The struggl"

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

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

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

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

Endless the days, forever the nights,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

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

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

The more battles the better the flows

From the gutter to the roof

Its cold as shit in this booth

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

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac