This is a song about "Being held at a gunpoint"

Held my head high got an answer from them then received a letter from

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

A childhood being depressed,

Nigga i ain't never scared

America will find a way to eliminate the problem

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

Missed my cousins party, held at the park.

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

Or was i just a desolate being

Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Its like being held in shackles with an ocean front view to humiliate

They slept in death, hung from a wire that held their necks

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes