This is a song about "Tragic"

Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic

Bitches love me out houston like spinach dip

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

My past isn't tragic, but i've got a couple of skeletons in my attic

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

The tragic which nas topped// read my fucking blue print// hova changed up lanes

Our races were faced with hate and it was tragic

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

No magic, these leaders, it's tragic no need to breathe, the heater

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Its tragic tho, been cast a role to crash into traffic slamming in panic to a faggot hoe

The fortune of a fighter turned phantom as tragic struck his life and

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

Now my life has been so damn savage and tragic