This is a song about "God s guidance"

What happened to the old shit, seems we’ve lost our guidance,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Saying your the man, you don’t need guidance.

You make a nigga sing songs nice

It´s the battle of life

I kick it any tempo, i'm lifted off the indo

[g] great gestures gear towards great guidance, geronimo,

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

I'm planning out steathy violence without no guidance to guide me

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

Y’all giving thugs some guidance, it’s a sharp mentality,

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

Iv never had no guidance