This is a song about "Getting back together with a group of gangsters"

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Take some real advice and form a group with vanilla ice

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Can't me paste back together, and you'll never find a copy

With a lock - in the back of the parking lot

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Cuz yal fucking with a group who just don’t care.

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

Diligently getting lifted with piff and a quick swig of gin

By any means necessary get campaign right

Had a group of friends stuck by my side,

I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever yo' kindand if you need a motherfucker i ain't hard to find

And put it back together again but in a different way so thy shit in your mind