This is a song about "Cycles"

They grow up in cycles of poverty and violence,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Going though cycles never achieving your vision

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

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

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

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