This is a song about "War between thugs"

War between poorness and richness

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

I ain't happy with the score

Will i ever win the war

Now i'm living out my dreams

Between two unrelenting beasts

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Money is worst than a war

What is hittin' for

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Just curl up between your sheets

But that time, in between

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean