This is a song about "Is someone there"

All i want is you

There is no need to argue

My music is my soul, can't sell it to someone else

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

Someone call the medics, my rhyme is deadly

When i get to warwick avenue

Find someone who is more than you

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

And see him hugging on someone is what i don't like

Cos there should be someone watching ur death ceremony

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Someone go tell who ever it is to get the backwoods