This is a song about "The stuggle"

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

As the king upon the throne

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

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

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

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