This is a song about "Sure"

Sure he died in 96 n

I need to free them

You know i stick to the script

But god damn im sure the luckiest

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Im sure most of yall can relate

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature

If i know any better you'll miss her for sure

Double lock your door just to be doubly sure

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Make sure ur seatbelt is fastened

(not really sure what im doing)

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Tito santana matador ain't equipped to stop the bull

The poor southern white boy, he's like picasso for sure,