This is a song about "There they are"

Why are there even assassinations?

She likes the way it hits her lips

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

Negative energy who said? there are no solutions.

They don't realize who they really are

We be in the party like we own that bar

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Some are already up there, while most the rest are swimming,

They smoke there blunts all day....

She say all men treat her wrong way

Blessed to be who they are

Your music in the car

Nobodies' hands are clean there is no purity.

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

Drug dealers are on every corner news stand and sell there,