This is a song about "Change in beliefs"

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

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

No beliefs or priority

Third ward general, young cash money

Hold up, now come on man let me respect your religious beliefs.

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Razor blades in hand hoping her life will change slowly,

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

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

Realized your in change now

Bitches ain't around one thou

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

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

From the streets my beliefs new orleans,