This is a song about "One day we all die"

Damn is your mattress dry

All my niggas ride or die

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

We used to stay there all day

When we fuck she say

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

Now the father of these feelings is one we all know,

But one day we will all come fighting back

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Gotta give it to you girl you're one of a kind

We could all live peace heres one from my mind

Every day we hope and we pray that god will make every one saved and

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

For one moment, can we all just take a step back,