This is a song about "Every soul shall taste death"

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade,

I shall but love thee better after death.

They at the same spot they making no progress

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

And this is only a taste

Marching in the streets singing " we shall overcome"/

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually

With every word you speak, he or she shall agree

Shall it be that this beautiful land will

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

With every word you speak, he or she shall agree

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Lets see what shall we start with - oh! heres a cheese grater