This is a song about "Be who your are"

I know i've came so far

Blessed to be who they are

Blessed to be who they are

Your music in the car

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Your raps are like orphans who havn't been fed

One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop

Who running your block and what chick be hot

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Live your life, don't fold under press pressure, me who you are it ain't hard

It dont matter who you are

She prayed on me passing that bar

Your family will be happy to know that you are gone,

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

You'll get a sickness that affects your head, be fucking vicious who you're

All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full