This is a song about "Newer gone win on fifa"

Music, i have to listen to music all day long

But the show must go on, won't rest til your dead 'n gone,

Gone head an get on my level

As i light one for ill will

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

But newer emcees grew new views/

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Told j-dot, when you get on that battle field, you're ready to win or lose.

This the weed song light it up when its on. smoke that shit til your mind is gone.

One way or another you'll be givin it up, huhi guess cause i'm black born

In fly modei'm a homicidal outlawand five-o, get your lights on, fight long

I'm trying to figure out what's going on,before i could reach her she was gone

If it's on mother fucker then it's on when shits gone it's clear up

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

To guess the shit im on, im gone

Wonder where i went wrong