This is a song about "Cycles"

They grow up in cycles of poverty and violence,

Higher than mariah in a choir full of violins

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Going though cycles never achieving your vision

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Cycles," "you're no michael jackson, i'm having

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Cycles," "you're no michael jackson, i'm having