This is a song about "Change locations"

Had to rearrange and make a durastic change,all i ever made was abit of petty change

I do nothing but take advantage, escaping from this cage where i built up all my rage,

While half my mental belongs in a cage

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

We figure can change the figure

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

Change flow like the seasons

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Ya can't stand it when someone talks shit about ya marijuana hits.

Now that'll give you the scares cause i broke your ass in three different locations,

That i have the potential to change

Nigga, you pull over, fuck a rover range

Said her hearts, in a cage

Tell shorty i may change

With foreign names, valet the range

The man who wanted to change