This is a song about "Someone past away"

Someone bring a dustpan in, the weak are getting swept away

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

Just for me being weird in the past/

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

Did someone slip me fucking cyanide?

To take all those wrongs and make them right

We teach our future our past

About disaster in the world and

That i'll be noticed by someone

Best friend, girl friend, and my good cousin

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Blast! nigga put into da fuckin past,