This is a song about "Death resurrection"

It ain't hard to make money

Nsd till the death of me

And death, beaten will decay

What you want me to say

When common dropped resurrection hip hop exploded

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

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

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

And pay less attention on hip hop's death and its resurrection,

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

What chu gonna do, laser me to death

And i'm a just take another guess

Grow older, closer to death.

So hold back ya tears

Death is in my dreams, death makes you weak bitches scream,

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team