This is a song about "Cant get use to you"

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

I cant even use some magic

As your family dies, and my family rise

Get to use the mind, revolutionize

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

This kind of music, use it and you get amped to do shit

No more will we cry

Like the red you use to dye

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Niggas use to hate me couldnt even get a hoe nigga

But you gotta get out you cant give him the power heal

Everything you dojust wanna let you know, how we feel

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

You cant touch my skill,if you try youll get killed,

Cant get to me, im straight sellin dope to anyone,

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son