This is a song about "Before and after"

I'm stomping shit before and after life

What we gotta do to survive

Of rhyme and the essence of time you have to cherish before

But a small girl had been shotmy heart could take no more

Spittin rhyme after rhyme and committin hard crime

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

We gotta try and pry it out from underneath you, before,

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

Daddy gotta go after that and get his

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Click click and what after that

And after this, go ahead call me mental

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level