This is a song about "Being kicked out"

To yearn for what you set out to be, they won't stop covering you up, being shady.

Woooh, race my niggas, and i bet you never pass me like a free safety

I can still call you out without being too specific,

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

Boy you will get your ass kicked

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Haven't been kicked out since i've made some cents

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Kicked out of his own house by one of his own daughters

Kicked out 'cuz the rent is nine-hundred dollars a month,

In kitchen, whippin' blow, it got the same damn crumbs

And when it come to the cash

Kicked out on my own ass

Kicked out by middle class communities, gentrification,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin