This is a song about "The wort"

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

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

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

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Pushing in my mama van

Still the man with the pan

Endless the days, forever the nights,

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Where the fuck the chorus

Thought this was forever love

Mr. cocaine muzik, i’m 100 proof

From the gutter to the roof

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

This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga