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

Who lets little boys get ran over in intersections

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

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 moves around ya

Where every recipient, property of the state

Be free in society or a prison mate

So i still be on that yard with a philly of that marley

Teens turn to annoyed zombies and feast on the boys in abercrombie

This is why her nigga mad

Never be found. stuff you in a black

The boys in blue! get 'em trey!

And my niggas say