This is a song about "Major"

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Major fibber, missin dinner with wistful sinners

From 93 til infinity, we poppin major drama still

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

I major in bloodspillin, im totally committed to visions of killin chickens

I need money in a major way

When you see the instant replay

Trade in my white tee for a tie and a sweater

The damage is major, hoping it all gets better

More major than frajer cakes baked; man, they got the cons right

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

Paper's with kush by the bush that has a major stench

Fuckin' with my people well that's called the heath ledge