This is a song about "Big time resurrection"

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

So its time to make the big move

Yeah my ego aint that big,

Mad, still make em naked

Big tits and a big ass

Your life is a product of trash

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Looking like the resurrection of mahatma gandhi with my crew behind me

But little to no interest after election

I'm a verbal resurrection, the source of apprehension

Where's your vest son? death's on the cassette slot, not resurrection

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin