This is a song about "Depend on you"

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

You standing at that throne you smiling at that throne as we praise you on and on

We the type of niggas you'll depend upon.

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Biggy's got you on this

It's a beautiful bliss

Every thing that you see turns you on

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Cause you puffed on ls

And i'mma keep ya fresh

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

It will all be okay. you can depend

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Dont depend on ya weapon,it aint better than mines

I got you on watch i put you on notice

Here i go again, searching for love