This is a song about "Leaving in a world with no peace"

Y'all know that nigga in the movies

Sorry pac, not a fan, but rest in peace

You're tryin' to rise over mandala, there's no peace in his rest

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Leaving you in phycosis with my lyrical hypnosis.

Relationships should never rewind

Peace of mind, a piece in mind

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Cause there's no human in this world that i have patience with

Her world with my limp beatin cock,wrapped in a sock,

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Alone in the world with no fear of dying

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

We don’t reason, no such thing as a peace treaty,