This is a song about "Syke that s the wrong number"

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Theres nothing wrong with a hit from the blunt and plus its number 1 grade

That´s when i started to rhyme words at the navy

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

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

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

I used to have a nine to five

It´s the battle of life

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

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

Several's the number of cells that clever has slept in

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

Why is it every time that i syke you have to ring the law

I got the ball, and this delivery is the realest thing they ever saw