This is a song about "Abraham lincoln s death"

And bijies like im out and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Dc has never seen such progress

All i want now, is death

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

Where the black girls get their weaves back

S queezys very bold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

It´s the battle of life

Give a mic the kiss of death

Yes sir, please confess

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!