This is a song about "Changes that happen as i grow"

An explosion on the mic as i weave a woven web of beauty, so seldom does it happen,

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

But i always tell her no, maybe i'll do that when i'll grow

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Like curses on the radio

I start to build, and grow

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

Bout as broken as the home his brothers gonna grow up in/

But i can make it happen

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Fuck tha policewon't fly away, thug, till i dieyou wonder why i'm made this way

But this is the usual shit i say everyday so noway that can't happen anyway

You dont want that to happen so i suggest you just sit

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I'll admit i'd like to see that happen, i think that shit is funny,