This is a song about "Moshe and the marra"

I see the fire and

Put the purp in the blunt

They talk about the clubs and the benz and ratchet bitches,

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

The vertex and the third eye

All you niggas die

And since the best died and rest sighed

Get ready to ignite

Shatter the chin to the shin and

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

They don't know about the meth, and the smack and the dope,

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Layed in the middle of the ocean and

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

But if i die tonight

The do’s and don’ts are black and white