This is a song about "Stencil that before it dies"

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

We gotta try and pry it out from underneath you, before,

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

You just some old bitch that we did before

Places that were occupied before become vacant

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

But that's yet another tale that we've all heard before,

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

U try to apologize..more lies..i can see it in your eyes..this is where our love dies

The real muscle in the message of that

Preseason before the season better size it

Some underhanded plans witnessed a man diewas only fifteen, should have been a beauty queen, still

If you're that god-awful, coulda just asked, i got some copy paper and bashur's stencil

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

I want it too go back to the way it was before,