This is a song about "The walrus"

From the gutter to the roof

When they hear me rocking the groove

As the king upon the throne

Far away from home

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

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Endless the days, forever the nights,

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

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Fire starter put me anywhere i just blaze

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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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