This is a song about "1995 april 25"

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

1995 the future hopeless, im the last surviving poet/

To liberate yourselves, africa

And wrote this from 4:25 to 4:30, hah

This april: capable of grabbing ladles

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

On april 8th mobb deep is playin' concerts in new orleans,

I make songs about shit for attention

25. phones gonna blow when you get the call in,

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

"25 to life" and this hatred of mine

Then put it into sex drive

Under 25, living the fuckin life