This is a song about "About being black"

I care about proving people wrong, not being the best,

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

I'm tired of being a stale white punk ass kid, that raps about poppin off the pill lid,

About but no one ever gives anything in return without a doubt. im tired of being

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

No matter who gon' show up i make em move over

But there was something about this chick, being away from her

Was pac right about being conceived in prison

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

Played like a fucking game and always being talked about. so if you hatin shut

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck

But have u ever thort about being in the other position

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win