This is a song about "Marty the poser"

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Black fours red drop head doors

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Thats not some marty shit thats martyr going marvelous

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

I was sad to be tardy. i acted like marty.

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

Force unleashed poser, better hide in your vans

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the