This is a song about "Community"

Some cities conceive the weirdest community of committees

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

What if barack's skin was all black, truthfully

Connecting with the community

If the rap community can learn to coexist

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

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

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

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

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

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

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

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

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