This is a song about "Deprived"

Ill boil your insides and cook you alive, oxygen deprived,

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Despise us, we're deprived of a slice of the cake prize,

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

If i die, don't wanna be deprived of that final moment of my demise

Besides put aside all that's made you deprived

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

Deprived of the prize derived

And relax you mind

Rhymesayer won't succumb later when deprived of containers

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Deprived from tha streets i emphasized it hard on each beat

All my life i was very deprived

Ain't that how black's do it, right