This is a song about "The opps"

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

What's the point? what's the reason?

In the face of the outside.

I’ll be back on the same night

Just, gotta sit in a chair, opps i think i heard a tear, nope, it was just a bear

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

The bigger the the fun

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Our children must be taught, of africa

You want the pain move from the past to the

Let me rideuntil i get free

The fiends supply the shady