This is a song about "Dealing with poverty and rapping fast and being gangsta"

Telling ‘em to go out and blast off, kill a gangsta,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Your gone, you retreat to your rapping technique, dealt with and helpless

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

All we got now is crime, death, sickness, and poverty,

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

And im rapping side to side with this comet in the sky

And people day to day dealing with me, feeling with me,

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

At the age of 16, credit card scam schemes

Gangsta rap and the days of the trash junkies,