This is a song about "We had stealed the show"

Reminisce on 'hood memories, we had the rank same,

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

That moschino shit is so back

That we ain't never had

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

He'll show you all the voids your mind had left out with that pen.

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

At the end of day we all have or had mothers

If i had one, i wonder, would the girls show affection?

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

And there's no way i can pay you back

Will i cherish the memories what we had?

Yo, yo, yo, lemme show you how we do it down in the hood...

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look