This is a song about "Karma"

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

I know karma precedes me good things come in due time,

Now im raking in the karma

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

Can't wait to see your karma come back around i am not coming back

Because this rap is like karma

Lucky seven probably poppa

Karma seeps in to the hearts of the weak

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

While y'all stuck with drama but i call that karma,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Hard to imagine karma that people get

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head