This is a song about "Bal 27"

My magazines got subscriptions to the afterlife/

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

27. wake up in the morning and get to recording,

These niggas is bothered, these critics be talking

Whoo ride with the burner in the blackened lex/

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Banana clip, with the magazine clipp to the side/

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

After lebron, i'm what's next

And i caress them sets/

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Bitch don't live without the d/

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

From the jects, where peepa don't call cops/