This is a song about "Culture"

Though with the struggles and the troubles, the culture crumbled

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

Bass music was my culture, still is

A fun chick its nothin to break funds with

I penetrate pop culture, bring em a lot closer to the block where they

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

Im fadded bring me 3 more bottles tryna hit the room with this bad lil model

Beside these culture vultures i'm a supermodel because i never topple

Culture lost in a vortex of racial caricatures

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

They are tied by the walls of this sadistic culture

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

Me if i ever insult your culture or beliefs