This is a song about "Kurd"

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

But this soldiers lost his mind he's ahead of his time cuz all this shit

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

So i went out to party

Good, could say its jolly

Double mg not to mention

I'm the god of new dimention,

No god dam way of communication

They can't break my concentration

Cause the thought of being free is like a message from god

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

Tryin to arraign again cause of our fame that's how the game goes

I told y'all that i would never sell out for all those national radios,

I got three bitches and one is ya mommy

Makes for a hell of party