This is a song about "15 in that shit"

It's that r rated shit that you see in the movies

Send you to hell, you meet the devil, sign a permanent lease

And that ain't shit in poor neighborhoods but middle class silence,

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

You're spittin shit that isn't real and you pretend that it is

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

Got shit so complex that even if a scientist in quantum mechanics,

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Conscious shit its the antidote, herbal shit that artichoke,

Instead they lock me in the cell just for sellin dope

One parent above, the other live scared

Its the small shit that gets you in the end

Bangin' on the system like that good shit in yo playlist,

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

I'd leave your ass like mary right after joseph hit that shit,

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit