This is a song about "Metro christian academy running for oasc state prez"

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

They're the reason for my lyrical mental state,

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

Running through my mind like i was late for class

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

And you running for the door. pause.. rewind.. now do it

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Believe in a christian society,

But that ain't the end state, cause in state i spit sowed oats for bread

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

The snitch on the block be running for his life

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

And start earning some cash to go back to the academy

Oh shit reverse the hearse , the curse of eazy coming back slowly and it lurch,

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,