This is a song about "Thru"

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

Now am moving thru life n your my navigation

In greece i'd pilot a chariot thru skies at morning

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Creeping thru your window ever so slightly

Lost without a care forcing messages thru antennas,

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

I never show pain but talk about it thru my words

Im so great you can smell it thru your nose

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

I wonder when they'll see thru the fake mist