This is a song about "Black lives"

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

For putting hands on my mother and destroying our lives,

People lives with many doubt.

Don’t know if i’m ‘posed to take you out

And i don't need no center or guard to get him open

Trying to live our lives like our lives are so golden

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

The devil lives in disguise

And sharpen your knives and keep ruining lives

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Until something comes and our lives are booted.

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

Few chips, i get out n' spray

Feel our lives begin to decay

We are having the time of our lives

Not king james, these were coke kings