This is a song about "My resurrection"

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

I try not to obey them at anytime

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

When common dropped resurrection hip hop exploded

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

And pay less attention on hip hop's death and its resurrection,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Looking like the resurrection of mahatma gandhi with my crew behind me

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

Be that day to remember trying to chance their perception

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

Grab my knife and my gun

So the ones eye has freak don't run

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her