This is a song about "God s help"

Life has put her to the test

Have to admit i need help

Memories of my nigga but he dead now

But god is there to catch me and help me through somehow

The outline which you n****s out dated

The master of this rap shit

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Trying hard to speak and

To make karma come faster than she normally will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

S queezys very bold

Hand to hand in the cold

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',