This is a song about "The unseen"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

I'm an entity unseen like aliens unknown being causing you dark dreams

I spaz in true speech one relapse and ya naps get thrown thru out these streets/

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

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

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

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

The bigger the the fun

And i am one of one

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

An unseen being casting universal curses

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

I bring the heat like the

The truth but thats the way

Might as well pre pay