This is a song about "Death resurrection"

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

What you getting is death

And i'mma keep ya fresh

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

When common dropped resurrection hip hop exploded

They at the same spot they making no progress

Ya better kno lyfe b4 u meet death

Motherfuck my phone, it never has reception

I'm a verbal resurrection, the source of apprehension

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

Games been tamed iced veins to rain death,

So its death before birth

Now you got a masters

Give a mic the kiss of death

I can taste the salt from my tears