This is a song about "I won t stop rockin till i retire"

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Thinkin that you won, i will never clap or congratulate,

And tell him what i did, and which battle i had won

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

Now look: the change has come

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

I retire your life like old folks at their profession,

So i toke on that pipe and don't stop till i'm three

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Stare into the mic and realize i have just won,

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

And plus you know i won’t stop ‘till the day that i drop,