This is a song about "Biological transformation"

Hip hop needs a transformation, pray for me,

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Like a transformation from drugs to employed placement

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

Count the hour if their biological clock is slowing by the hour

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

To the point they undergone a transformation

Creates more emotion, than biological poison, after this ill remain unbroken, words still unspoken,

That's why you cautious when i approached youbeen talking since you arrived, but not a word is spoken

Basic biological beings

So here i am at the store for some chips