This is a song about "Second coming"

And the future's a second away

Few chips, i get out n' spray

She self made, i'm self made

(8 second instrumental break)

I believe in second chances

See boy she been in love

They fuckin running ,motherfuckers coming

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

City national bank evolve into shape

Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

With such an ugly picture in it and

Findin myself thinkin of you every second

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

And this is only the second of eleven mics i'm wreckin' per second