This is a song about "Decisions and the impact its had on the community"

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

The food made by your hands had a blessing of its own

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

And the impact of these actions, a moral atlas assassin

But five years from now i bet she see

Connecting with the community

Ive had rough times made bad decisions

I never fit in with them light skins

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

The sword, i reek of poor decisions

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Tired of the same old vision, unmotivated decisions,

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Its getting crowded and i had a bad week, and kids are stepping on me,

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Had cyphers and battles on the block, random kids passin' by mockin'//