This is a song about "Disstrack on nicolas and thomas"

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

They pick on him and step on him

I just want somebody i can see

And tupac spit on their territory/

But nah, he is quite different

And make her fall on her face and

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Faces, sex on the white sand beaches of saint thomas, though this ain't

Protest and we'll fight and start a riot, and march on,

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Man it goes on and on

That's word to my mom

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Protest and we'll fight and start a riot, and march on,

She can't know where my mother stay

Live, and die, on this day.