This is a song about "Eric s"

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

The outline which you n****s out dated

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

And you are not around like black fathers

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

It´s the battle of life

Before we see it's hard to live