This is a song about "My resurrection"

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

You're rap needs a resurrection and next election

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

My own unknown is my enemy,

Let me rideuntil i get free

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Smoking haze all over town like it's allowed

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

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

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

So much to say a scrabble game

My cash effected, my brain insane,