This is a song about "Resurrection"

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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

When common dropped resurrection hip hop exploded

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

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

You're rap needs a resurrection and next election

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

I'm a verbal resurrection, the source of apprehension

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