This is a song about "The transcontinental railroad"

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Still the man with the pan

I put that shit on my man

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

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

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

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

Where the fuck the chorus

Ass shots is a plus

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

From the gutter to the roof

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

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