This is a song about "Bal 27"

And i caress them sets/

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Shorty feelin noxious from the canibus smoke/

And i ain't talking rap, man, i'm coming up this road

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

Fakes get a blast from me, laugh at me, and get peeled lika mango/

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Seshin on this killa reefa that be the pol pot/

These mistakes are a fact of life, get it right

Or i can use tape, who's fate can i decide/

Now people don't even know my true abilities, like a cancer patient fighting through disabilities

Steady job providing the necessitys for my family think any differently rest in peace

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

Knb/k.barksdale- due to wanting to be friends with me so bad,but has a split personality to diss me