This is a song about "Some niggas in the grave and thay anit coming back"

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

Two thousand and one years after the king came new salvation gave risen the grave

They wanna jack me like some kind of crackfiendi wonder if he knows that my income

Im no snitch and ill take it to my grave/ interagating me offering me some

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

In your grave back off of me muthafucka you better behave otherwise i'll

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

Coming with some proof see at yo funeral *raps in the tomb

I wanna sit back and relax as other niggas do the killin

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

And start earning some cash to go back to the academy

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Never coming back, i'm an ape in a rocket!

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

In other words it's over ain't no way you niggas coming back