This is a song about "The underachievers"

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Just to make it in this broadway lights

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

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

The more battles the better the flows

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

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

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/