This is a song about "Community"

I mean we as black community

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

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

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

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

You styles perish in the fabric of the community rhyme is not something

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

And i'm sure the whole community would love to fuckin' diss you,

Now i ain't mean no disrespect to the gay community

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Thanks to that i was brought upon a community

If the rap community can learn to coexist

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list