This is a song about "The trenches"

The more battles the better the flows

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

I bring the heat like the

Now hey little mama

Long as she come to me first

I'm in the the real world

I done made sacrifices for solutions now i feel alone in the trenches

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

I told him get his 9 and run

You're the snow, i'm the sun

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh