This is a song about "Community rap"

I mean we as black community

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Or let the mob handle that

To every verse of my rap

I'm cruising through this smooth rap

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Some cities conceive the weirdest community of committees

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

If the rap community can learn to coexist

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

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

Imma spit this angry rap

You, you, you have to pay for that