This is a song about "Resurrection"

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

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

When common dropped resurrection hip hop exploded

Motherfuck my phone, it never has reception

You're rap needs a resurrection and next election

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

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

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

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

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

I'm a verbal resurrection, the source of apprehension