This is a song about "Cant truss em"

Who cant get any broker

Baby, you know who you are

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

Third world, else hell bomb ya, why cant

Put 'em up, put 'em up!

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

You cant run you cant hide , they find you and detach you

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Studied up and i passed ‘em

So competition cant touch

It's cool cause the radio don't do much

Moanin' what he spit 'em,

But where i'm from

I want to change but i cant

Cause i got the burner in the hand