This is a song about "Re"

I'll probably re-visit those old shotgun homes and trailer parks,

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

- his re-up on the dope made him broke.. i'm sellin it

Wishing for a new re-dition have them regret

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

Burn like furnace urns, re-furnish on the track as a fern,

My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn

Its a man's world re-write your lines lickety split

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

Cause jesus wouldn't even be my friend on church day

Its totally up you but will you please re survey

Had to re align and not resign

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine