This is a song about "Coming from a bad place but making it"

Niggas getting flipped, i get them done for nothing

Mum you can do it, it's a long time coming,

But i if i hear shit coming from ya

Our children must be taught, of africa

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

So i headed to the streets/ it was a scary place to be/ but the

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

But save the 40, and bring it to my place,

Smile on my face got me feeling like the shit

But i'm coming back around like a relapse, get it?

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

Kinda ironic coming from a florida orange to be honest

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

With changes coming to a place known to me as home

Small town, kinda place a came from

When they here today what you say to them