This is a song about "Change in the body"

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

Like the ripper body parts collected in a jar like leather face

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

Before i bury ya head in the north n ya body in the south

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

Everyday i'm from the ghetto, put y'all in a body bag,

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

Am in the game to make a change for the greater good

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Looking in the mirror and loving this revolutionary change,

Which prevents a better life and so i live in a cage,

And please never disrespect my set

You gotta change the voices in your head