This is a song about "The tinanic"

Thinkin of the the dreams

Gotta go, let her leave

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

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

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

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

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

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

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

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

The more battles the better the flows

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

I bring the heat like the

Thug for life nigga