This is a song about "Resurrection"

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

Looking like the resurrection of mahatma gandhi with my crew behind me

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

You're rap needs a resurrection and next election

When common dropped resurrection hip hop exploded

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

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

And pay less attention on hip hop's death and its resurrection,

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

Where's your vest son? death's on the cassette slot, not resurrection

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I'm a verbal resurrection, the source of apprehension