This is a song about "The province of quebec"

It was quebec, where i lit him up with fire,

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

A clever idea to take something they said

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

That would be enough

The one who em talks of

Hopin' that my niggas see

To the rigors of the industry

My nigga, its all love

The things im most scared of

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

What do i really need