This is a song about "Romans 1 16"

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

1 & 1 doesn't equal crack rock in ya back pocket,

Paintin perfect pictures ain't never worked, my misery

Follow me 1 2 three let me be set me free for liberty

Hip hop don't need wizards its the 1-0-1% truth

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Inspired from 1-1 am, 1-9-9-9, (c just slide by 'n' slice your lungs

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Shawty where your baton, racing through my mind like

1:03-1:34- young zeke pass me the mike, blow up the beat like schleich,

1 & 1 doesn't equal crack rock in ya back pocket,

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

Please correct me, stretch marks