This is a song about "The trutrh"

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

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

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

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

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

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

From curb surfingwe working the industry

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

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

Thinkin of the the dreams

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

The more battles the better the flows

Ain't no women at the shows

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

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