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

As the day went on i lost weight and had a debate if i was a date

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

I make my own decisions, i'm the creator

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

She was pinned on impact when i mishandled the traction

That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

And the impact of these actions, a moral atlas assassin

All of the drama and shit that was on its shoulders

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

What if barack's skin was all black, truthfully

Connecting with the community

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

On top of the game and had the whole shit flattened

It'll be a classic bro, u'll die in the clash but no impact will be had on ur plastic soul

I started rap when i was like 12 years old,picked up a paper, pen and started to roll,