This is a song about "Seeing a man dead"

Diagnosed for seeing a ghost at midnight next to the bed.

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I'm a mean emcee seeing me smile is unlikely,

Im seeing more bars than a convict and accomplice

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

Seeing you snap from such a subtle clash was fucking preposterous!

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

I was prevented from seeing/ a fifth grader and 135 pounds

Trapped in the projectsand the jury finds you guilty on all accounts

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Made the mistake once and i don't plan on seeing a sequel

But what you seeing is a threat

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead