This is a song about "2005"

Making money was the ideal

And i'mma be honest she's the fliest here

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

So now they making millions off of prisons

So it's straight c4 from the thoughts i bring, bang

I wish that was really true man

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

A born starter, in the game for real

Uh, its elementary

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Since im not suspect, im still a suspect

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

Uh stepped over the line its overkill

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

And turning our people to light, through prisms