This is a song about "Our 2nd life"

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

September 2nd will go down in history

Maybe to stop the design that is enshrined for niggas who don't give a damn about our life

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Verse 1: me rapping is my 2nd greatest dream of all time.

It took time -- but finally the cash was mine

Petty raises, life hastens, we're stuck at our stations

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

We all forget points in our life replace them

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Looking at our plaque gives me my life back

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

Life is a bitch; our relationship sucks, but i'm not ending it.

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done