What do you believe in

Heaven or hell

We lost touch with paradise

That they man fell

Thats why my rhymes excel

I'm just trying to reach back, I'm just dying for contact

Like Jodi Foster, I'll be in harlem street projects named Foster

You can see and OG and get an oz but it'll cost ya

Harlem the BK streets, scorture

Thats like somebodies torture

And pour Gasoline on first now that's torture

Ima do what I'm supposed to

And after this track nobody will like you

This is my culture, Thats why you see me chillin' with a redbone on my sofa

I'm Vaist Aire, I tour the world, I'll be in london

Backstage with your girl