This is a song about "Re contracts"

I’m young and wild and i charm our old mother

Candy niggaz re-see's we see ur peanut butter

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

That's the work of the reaper, doing contracts for the preacher,

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

Re-write till my words perfectly are what you recite,

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Re-directed de-ci-sions

Contracts made from flesh written in blood i'm speechless,

Forever dedicated, maybach poetic genius

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

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