This is a song about "The tro"

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

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

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

But it's still cool just to dream man because

I got that same hunger, rock-a-fella chain hunger

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

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

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

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

Duck duck, say goose

Saw the bombs on the news

Now hey little mama

I bring the heat like the