This is a song about "The rebirth"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

Don't think my rebirth is good that it's worse then before,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Fire starter put me anywhere i just blaze

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Saw the bombs on the news

Yeah, look here i pay dues

Cause after all the lights and screams

Thinkin of the the dreams