This is a song about "Change in beliefs"

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Razor blades in hand hoping her life will change slowly,

A religion and beliefs, a menace to defeat,

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Third ward general, young cash money

No beliefs or priority

I'll gaze in space and change the pace, i'll be the saving grace/

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

A shithole, but still i change the whole game in a sense,

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

In less then four seconds, so change your direction

My talent should take me places i've never been

Truth be told in this game the seasons reflect on whether or not if a nigga might change/

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

My roof in the pouring rain , the more of it the more i change

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page