This is a song about "Black boys in today society"

Never be found. stuff you in a black

When that money calls i holla back

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Who lets little boys get ran over in intersections

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

Away from society, cause everyone siblings in your family tree

Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the lawbitches i fuck with a passion, i'm livin' rough and raw

In the society you're the blank paper, stagnate as everything's drawn around ya

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Today i was introduced to patriot, a veteran in pussy shit,

Be free in society or a prison mate

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid