This is a song about "Deprived"

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

My pity sufficed thinking of them deprived,

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

And understand, deprived cause lives or going out, some are coming in

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Deprived from tha streets i emphasized it hard on each beat

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

This wisdom his drive ain't deprived more and more guys arrive,

Fucking with a motherfucking mind

Deprived of the prize derived

But i just wanna make love to your mind

All my life i was very deprived

Rhymesayer won't succumb later when deprived of containers

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players