This is a song about "Nav the terrorist"

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

Terrorist creating treason for no apparent reason

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

I fire off like terrorist turrets,with opponents i vs.,

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

The water from the past is the same water in the present

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Terrorist, bomb on my chest, jealous cuz i'm better than the rest,