This is a song about "Tragedy"

Standin on a table

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Tragedy pulled gravity, rapidly, how can that of happened?

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

And that only consists of zero tragedy

And they can't see the tragedy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Caused with pain and agony a tragedy mentally scarred covered with

It's sad to see this tragedy of divides and the rate of crime,

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

I rose from the ashes just to bring tragedy,to those who believe my lyrics are