This is a song about "3 hits of the gavel means that the entire council chambers should arise"

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

Of the entire day, store it and forget,

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

That is their real place not the billboard's list of hits

I watched people i know pray and catch the holy ghost

Scratch that, in fact ask the whole entire east coast!

A thug on drugs, a gangsta, load the chambers, it's rodney king,

That's why i always think i'm kicking something with feeling

As we arise from the mist, my conditions not right

If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night

I killed my manager with an iron

The whole entire world could sit and burn

The hidden deeper means

Little more weed, first class seats