This is a song about "Someone s deat"

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

My garage full of cars that bounce

The outline which you n****s out dated

Get the zippo and spark the shit

To make karma come faster than she normally will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

So now she picks up the gun

And that´s how it has begun

S on my chest like a superman vest

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest