This is a song about "Trevon martin rest in peace"

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Steady job providing the necessitys for my family think any differently rest in peace

She can finally rest in peace, as she waves her hands

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Or this beat rest in peace

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Kill em time rest in peace into an eternal sleep

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Sorry pac, not a fan, but rest in peace

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Hands on the pump, makem jump when its cocked backfuckem all they're bitches inside a world of weak

It beckoned to be latched to me definitely till, the death of me when i rest in peace buried

As we rest in peace maggots eat us out

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

I heat up every beat, rest in peace kid, you're fire struck

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut