This is a song about "Staff duty"

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

For thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me he walked along the

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Guns and ammo hidden for when i wanna lash back at the staff

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

It's my duty to fight for my right's because i'm bright,

Nas, he runs the whole staff, we count mad for seen bad

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

It's my duty to fight for my right's because i'm bright,

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight