This is a song about "Jeff s life"

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.

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

The truth shall be told

S queezys very bold

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

A thug niggas in tha house

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

You, you, you have to pay for that

If you ever feel alone and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Ima let her be by herself in peace

But meanwhile my 16's screaming like "peeps please"