This is a song about "Planetary alignment"

In your rap, you keep losing sense of direction,

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

But yo i pack pump, when i'm walking in my own direction,

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Any other young motherfuckers who hear this need lots of guidance,

I can't find my direction like an elderly erection

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

We save your asses you will find your guidance

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

You sound like a lazy wanna be activist throwing a fit

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

My every words a perfect fit