This is a song about "Early"

Bodied n' be a wake early, like a boot camp-jail sargent.

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

I carry the biggest sacks you'd think santa came early

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

So, don't fuck with i'm like al pacino in his early twenties,

Turning to ground zero

Come early to the show

When 2pac got shot early on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

Take some from the early bird and start chargin per compliment/

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

That's word to my mom

When 2pac got shot early on