This is a song about "Community"

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Connecting with the community

I mean we as black community

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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,

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

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

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Thanks to that i was brought upon a community

Some cities conceive the weirdest community of committees

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Im hitting this white community harder than obama did