This is a song about "Citing your scources"

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Your on fire.. your on fire

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

I got terrorists writing citing me as a reference

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

I ain't happy with the score

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

And the v12, that's on various trips

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,