This is a song about "Community rap"

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

People give a bad fuckin' rap to old-school southern rap,

Maybe it's just me but i'm jealous they have a sense of community

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

But now i'm in a community that supports me, so i can finally be understood

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

Im hitting this white community harder than obama did

Snapple fact: you rather wack

They told me i can't rap

No car key and i mean that

Still unravelling rap

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

He finally begins to rap,

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Some cities conceive the weirdest community of committees