This is a song about "God s word"

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

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

And the only word i can come up with god is why... why..

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

I ain't trynna be forward

Every word for word

Im happier when high and drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,

The truth shall be told

S queezys very bold

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

Give my word to god, i ain't showing no mercy, think you're better then verse me

Hangin off their every word

My shirt, purple label my shirt

But it was africa the continent we all came from

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