This is a song about "But i am from childhood are used to follow it to the end like father taught to hit a scoundrel in the face and not give up miracle drugs is mine the musical space equality and brotherhood in the design are close fighting spirit brought up the street of th"

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

It came so close to being the end

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

I, and the i is in the i love you that she taught to me. (x2)

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

And i'm rhymin' up about all of this shit up in the 'hood 'cuz i'm a street poet,

Maybe to stop the design that is enshrined for niggas who don't give a damn about our life

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

My niggas'll probably clown me if i told 'em that i kissed you

Around a bonfire, buried the gun in the mud like i was taught to,

I brought my mother to the room and sat her in a chair.

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

And then in the split of a second it all came to an end