This is a song about "Life on life"

Move on, life goes on, so let's keep goin', momma

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

And now i'll release anger, on this damn mic i'm breathing life,

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

Yet i won't cry and move on with my life/

And that's exactly it, your missing out on your life,

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Began my life out on then street

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

Life on a fast lane infinity laps

Breathe life into rap like full on resuscitation

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

The snitch on the block be running for his life

We will never die, we are forever alive