This is a song about "Dasies on gravestone"

Never hit the mall and forever get it all

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

I'm on deck i'm up next

Relying on myself

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Raindrops drippin' on my down on my head

Your on fire.. your on fire

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Feel your chest on top on

When you took my hand up so calm

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Swisher almost gone, hold on

Pay dues like a hair salon

When 2pac got shot early on