This is a song about "Where are you niggas at"

And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt

Until y'all niggas are out of breath, you left every son appalled,

And we here to stay

And guess where you are today

And lets bet i kno where you at and i cant remove you

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

Run the other way screaming "where are you jason"

And isaiah say one day your time will come

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

The station where all the rap generals are at

Whats withthe hat where do you work at is it that place that i spat at. its been

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

Crockadillys are the shoe for where ever you go