This is a song about "Farewell to 12th"

Shows to do, got record to sell

Don't want to go to hell

Ya i'm done so farewell

Says money in the air

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

Pray to god to bless you

Farewell adios i grim reap you

I really love my miami crew

Wave farewell to the infidels, excel out of his shell then yell citadel

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

To rap to my full potential

When i get to warwick avenue

Now you have to bury me to!

To understand is to pay attention

My talent should take me places i've never been