This is a song about "Cultural appropriation"

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Used all the strength i've got n', stuck watchin, plottin my next move

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

#miracle writtens put me in a different position, rewriting your legacies

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

*devil* big assignment, mr. hutchison,

An if you wanna take on this position

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

You sleepin countin sheep while im recording to a great beat,

Bitch i love recording and feeling important

With such an ugly picture in it and

Strength built through multiple generations of coatings and coding

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Pulling people from position

Catch you up on places i've been