This is a song about "For all we know we may never meet again"

But we all know its an illusion

Something wicked this way come

I yearned for the day that we finally met again

Only her and i knownow i'm sitten' in tha state pen

And we gotta stay and pray for 'em, may sound strange but wait

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Up above, in the sky, might never know, we dont fly,

All the pain may never stop

Only real niggas stay on top

We all know bottled water is healthier

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Atl was tipping them

I hope we meet again.

You know we all smoke crack, weird

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift