This is a song about "Ki s"

A douse you tried to stop me and you came close you tried to ki

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

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

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

If only i could go back into the 80’s

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit