This is a song about "The guide"

Little knew the boy, that the guide lied

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

I honestly seriously thought i needed her as a guide

Somethin that cant be helped, we need new leaders to guide them towards the positive

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

He got hit up that same night

He signed up for a trip with a guide

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

Show me that it's alright

Cide, my thoughts to guide,