This is a song about "Turning into a werewolf"

Evaporates into a heap of steam

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

You're buying up silvers like you need to kill a werewolf

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

While all my niggas was out getting gunned down or turning into convicts

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Your eyes like a maze i look into/

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you

Or a peek into reality

Cause some of you bitches funny

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Put her into a sleeper hold,

Into a tussle until they buckle.

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Because i'm turning over a new page,

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge