This is a song about "27"

Tryin' to be strong and in the process, keep you goini'm bout to lose my composure, i'm gettin' close

Illuminati in control vigilante on patrols philanthropists running the show ruining souls/

Convertibles with turbo jets

Head turner, got the whole block snappin necks/

Is to wrongfully accuse bullshit criminality to get the usa another fatality.

An awesome advantage against these anonymous adversaries attempting to attack me.

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

Your killin me, with novice flows, you gotta go/

Motivated just from being broke

All cough, crystals off yellow brick road/

Like loch ness, i got 3 fitty in my pockets/

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

Erode the sands of time, off this sho', you cannot rhyme, with/