This is a song about "Karma"

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Karma seeps in to the hearts of the weak

These rappers stink i make em bloodied body but then karma came

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

Karma grasped and the moms collapsed from the news

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Karma inescapable my thin ice breaking,

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

Hard to imagine karma that people get

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Hard to imagine karma that people get

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

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

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

I can always depend on my mama