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

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

In the black neighborhoods, man we had driven fast,

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

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

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

At the end of day we all have or had mothers

Thought we had the feelings

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

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

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Time to pick up our cross, show what we got to the lost, yes we telling and

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend