This is a song about "Down to earth"

'cuz life is short, there's not much time, i'd be thrown back to earth,

Little women be mommas, little niggas ain’t fathers

I am glad he is gone because he tried to hide this light from this earth

The gangsters are scared of upsetting they industry masters

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

Are my ticket to being the richest man on earth

That's why my words are like escape to a heaven on earth,

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

This beat is st.nicholas,young, black, gifted

So down to earth it's just ballistic

At peace with earth i burn these trees and turn to incense

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

So down to earth it's just ballistic

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick