This is a song about "Our lawyers made us change of this so we wouldnt get sued"

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

As we reminisce the times like this, add them to each of our memoir

The world so cold we need our messiah.

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

Christ was crucified, for us to be forgiven of our sins, so we continued livin'

We made love with all sorts of passion

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us

Dont get me wrong i love the land that we made

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Perception for us all is from the source of our reality