This is a song about "Infinite"

It’s a quarter to imminent, ten minutes to infinite

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

From "infinite" down to the last "relapse" album

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

I've got infinite ammunition, a verbal expedition

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

With all that infinite wisdom, can't you come up with better shit.

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

Well how can i stop, if its infinite

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

Killing instrumentals, sick your mental, infinite potential,

Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind

My speed is infinite double that and your still behind

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Infinite run on sentence, the mic is my pendant bringing vengeance,