This is a song about "Minipops 67"

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

67. coz it's a critical sentence,

Dont we have enough death , people

This is the root of all evil

I am new to this site

Look, now roll my j tight

Trees, flowers , sky and light

And if i want to go outside

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

That scary love, never get married love

You told me god was the answer

Wrap your words in beautiful manner

There is more in to life

Sky high, iced out paradise

War between poorness and richness

They getting deals with thier weak buzz