This is a song about "The census"

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

I'm the prophecy ,your the bitch

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

Like clothes, herself swallows my census

This here’s a jam for all the fellas

As i light one for ill will

The king of the jungle

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

The dope the rhyme wizard

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Endless the days, forever the nights,

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Play the game nigga

I bring the heat like the