This is a song about "Hostages"

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

I can run up to the station, grab some hostages or,

Tw-tw-twelve carats and that's all ears

Shoot hostages for defiance

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

And make em fatal hostages with a fated sentence then to present them

Fighting the temptation to eliminate one of the hostages

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Taking hostages and playing some negotiation with the police