This is a song about "Death wakes us up"

The record labels would end up signing us/

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

The games up, phony, you ain't smooth to fake us

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Been ready to run up on it like a us embassy/

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

Another morning he wakes up screaming, how he lost his dreams in

Fake young snitches that call us up

Fun, sucks that i'm too tall for the tub

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

They're trying to exterminate us lock us up in these cages

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

He fought us, got caught up, now selling dope on 21st block corner