This is a song about "Essence"

They try to bag the essence of youth, and then will drag it home,

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Doing the moonwalk, hoping i blow up in time

The essence of my mind, the essence of a crime

So i guess that's where i hide my things

But i'm really hip hops essence.

Dis is ma essence, ma presence yow sentence

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

I'll rebel against your jealous hating, blessed with the essence to excel with patience

Or watch me advance as a lyrical fanatic, my miracle lines automatic, its

Of rhyme and the essence of time you have to cherish before

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

Having emcees tell me the essence of rap has now turned into crescent.

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk