This is a song about "Isikeli nando s andn watermelon"

You make a nigga sing songs nice

It´s the battle of life

But the same deposition take it every time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

S on my chest like a superman vest

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

Or let the mob handle that

The outline which you n****s out dated

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple