This is a song about "Pickett s day off"

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Is lookin like my lucky day and today is my day off

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

The outline which you n****s out dated

One of us crazy, i'm frustrated

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

But the same deposition take it every time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Who 's the say i won't rule one day and open the schools and say

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

S queezys very bold

But for long time i had gone cold