This is a song about "Blacks scared to go out"

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

Im always prepared never hesitate to leave a nigga scared

But time and crime again i see blacks hurt blacks no need to turn back

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

Like to go out and knife carve

Where would i be without my dogs

I aint scared to merk u

Straight bad bitches i run, through

Not only am i here to talk the treatment of blacks,

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Like to go out and knife carve

Like to go out and knife carve

The you should look up in the stars

I'll never know the struggle of blacks, how it felt to them,

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again