This is a song about "Change gone come"

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

The jager in my cup is licorice black

But you can always change and come back

The man who wanted to change

With foreign names, valet the range

Life wont matter or change

Said her hearts, in a cage

When i pull up in that candy range

Now everyone finds the change

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

Been wishing and dreaming sitting believing that i,l come and change with my voice/

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

It's time for a change, but not this change,