This is a song about "Damn i m sick of them who try to judge me"

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

I'm sick of seeing ghetto-grown kids who nearly fight to death,

Still problems to be assessed, i wonder if they judge me and are they impressed?

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

Am i cheating on this woman if i'm gettin' naked pictures from another

I try to tell them i'm one of the stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

And, when them haters try to see me im cocking the semi

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

I'm sick of seeing ghetto-grown kids who nearly fight to death,

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Only god can judge me in this false world to whom i serve

Who shoot them back at me

Than the muse of a family

And when you up in wet willies, you ain't even thinking

I try to leave but this games just to damn addicting