This is a song about "Come out of retirement"

You come around the underground, i'll knock your teeth out,

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

So please lord come and take me up up and out of this world.

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first

Can't win with a passive attack

Your bullshit come off of that

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

My rhyme ideas come out so fast i need four pads

What it means to know your momma or your father on that pipe

I wear a disguise every time i come out to the light

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

I hope there's no retirement.

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

Battle ten of ya bitc*es and come out just fine