This is a song about "Wrong places"

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

I used to look up to middle-class kids for trading places,

Places that were occupied before become vacant

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Evils places my piece set in stone like the four seasons/

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Officially lifted off to oasis, places

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

And i ain't never plan to be famous

Guiding us all to better places

In the wrong line with the wrong man

Both: this the perfect plan

There's still so many places i haven't been

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

These faces and places are growing old,

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold