This is a song about "43"

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Media turned justice into reality tv,

Screens paint a picture of depravity real-

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

How about our president killing innocent kids?

Women who killed who her daughter and said "wasn't me"

She said, "don't be fucking with nobody

Readin the news you see some fucked up shit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice

So much for that peace prize fuckin hypocrite

Thug niggas, drug dealers, it's a trip

Ity is just a product, profit and motive

Wetter than a swish and i never miss