This is a song about "Census demographics migration birthrate deathrate"

Just run of the mill a freestyle, once in a while

Give her that d i'm outta 8 mile

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

Sometimes i enlighten myself when my minds dark

Rate hazel been with me

Do you think i'm crazy

Higher than my absentee rate

New york, va, dc, get paid

And her smile lit up the room

Pop another volume

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Changing my whole life style from bad to good

Im not hard up infact im chill like meek mill,

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

My lyrics will be getting a 100% rate

My money like a senior, watch it graduate