This is a song about "My resurrection"

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

You're rap needs a resurrection and next election

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

It's things to know about when you got dough and clout

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

I'm a verbal resurrection, the source of apprehension

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Where's your vest son? death's on the cassette slot, not resurrection

Be that day to remember trying to chance their perception

See me with a husband

My streaks my testament.

My own unknown is my enemy,

And there is no chemistry