This is a song about "Being heard"

It's no longer a new jack city

If you haven't heard of me

It's a fools fatewithout your word

As ya screams will be forever heard

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

So fuck being un-heard, imma make it roar

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard.

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

These explicit n illicit raps you heard

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Tag the empty concrete, make your voice heard

Ass-clappin' standing on applauding the effort

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Whenever you heard my name, all you heard was groans/