This is a song about "Jake s journal"

And that´s how it has begun

Just to match the grind with precision

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

Why do you hate and why do you affiliate with a jake

It´s the battle of life

Sky high, iced out paradise

When they twist and talk with they fingers

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

We don't believe you, you need more people

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

Women front, they get its cold

S queezys very bold

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

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