This is a song about "Being new"

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Fuck being counterfeit

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him

A new world order, with a new constitution

I say what i feel, its not being rude it's being real

Let us prayheavenly father, hear a nigga down here

I'm a new man with a new attitude

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

Let my angel sing

For going on being

I want to make the world new

I be stuck to you

With a little bit of passion

New passions, enemies new fashion

New targets when i see new faces

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous