This is a song about "8 2 1999"

Divide you in 2 sections

Without the sound of guns

You cant even handle 2 bars

The you should look up in the stars

Don't need u bitch 2 call my own

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

In jail every 2 weeks/

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Two times, cause a youngin ain't died

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)