This is a song about "There they are"

Nelson mandela ... there are but

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

Thinking thats impossible because the voices are still there.

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

Nobodies' hands are clean there is no purity.

They don't realize who they really are

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

Must be a lady in tha light

Behind a smile there they hide,

Why are there even assassinations?

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Your music in the car

Fuck friends (as if they are)

Why are there even assassinations?

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits