This is a song about "Beliefs changing"

Hold up, now come on man let me respect your religious beliefs.

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

You need your nappy changing, man

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

And follow there beliefs questionless and blindly , there the true criminals

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Me if i ever insult your culture or beliefs

It’s something that’s in your veins

Ripples wake, changing fates,

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

No beliefs or priority

I'm going harder, and changing my pace

Driving my car to a foreign place