This is a song about "Black man society"

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Not just myself, but most of society

And stand up to society,

Third ward general, young cash money

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

Broke nerd society gives big frowns

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Lost arrowheads of a lost society,

Man our soldiers ain't white, they all black and latino,

Either in the visual, lyrical or audio

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Im a true black man rap is my game,

They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act

In the black neighborhoods, man we had driven fast,

Man that eats me alive, roll the leaf and get high

But society has a saying that a man can't cry,