This is a song about "Black mans world"

Of a small mans heart trying to get by

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thangcall it automatic bang, bang, bang

But it isn't confined to a small mans imagination, but rather redefined by a man,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Ain't my fault this mans eyes look in two different directions

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Mans heavy from deadly machetes

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

A mans on the ground, and thats not whipped cream

It's nothing to deny for having such a mind, i'll be having y'all in mind

I came to leave behind my legacy and put this mans mind on mankind/

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

And that their bigger than the world and the world is theirs white or black!

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Sit the fuck down and enjoy this mans deepest confessions.