This is a song about "And i"

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

As i get older and bolder i just get sadder and sadder

And i walk what i talk and i walk never ran

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I don't sleep, i stead i toss and turn and think and become restless

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

And i will cut it short for i,

The truth shall be told

But i can't and i won't

So i snort another line and

I fear no opponent

But i sit and i scoff,

It's all work, no days off

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

And i understand you feel weekend and beaten