This is a song about "I ll find out and it s only a matter of time"

He could've died of a cardiac arrest. i only dream about it.

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

And only scare the pee out of you with my mystical fluids i made for you cause,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

It wasn't a matter of my cannabis passion!

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Only time i miss a nigga if i swing and he duck

Time to find a goal and never quit so you accomplish it

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

I will find you no matter where you go like a hound

Its just a matter of time, guess we'll wait and see

It's a battlejust for tha big money

This nation's peace sent here to run you

And i find that sad that your part of a crew