This is a song about "Resurrection"

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

You're rap needs a resurrection and next election

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

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

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

I'm a verbal resurrection, the source of apprehension

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

When common dropped resurrection hip hop exploded

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

Be that day to remember trying to chance their perception

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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