This is a song about "In my gead"

Yow am ridin around in my

Thuggin' till the day i die

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Rest in peace in my loving memory

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Need it in my hands, and i need it in my pants

No narcotics in my pockets, only got 1 jackson in my wallet

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

Im my own person in my own lane,

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Sitting in my chair relaxing in the sun

My territory installed in

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

I have memories of melodies in my life. (in my life)

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice