This is a song about "Tickets"

All who bought tickets is with me,

Knowing you can no longer party

Cause the tickets all sold

But for long time i had gone cold

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

Tickets to mimic my shimmick have hit the mischief limits,

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Konichiwa, shadow chain and decent watch

Paid for all my tickets, cops begin to drop some charge

See her crying by the caskets when her parents got killedlittle girl don't cry, cuz even though they died

I'm not a boiled dinner, im past a beginner, got so much powerball tickets i look like

We pay for lottery tickets, problems in disappearance

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns