This is a song about "Example to kids"

I used to look up to middle-class kids for trading places,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

But black kids come home to no father,

You is not hip then i can not coach her

But black kids come home to no father,

We vegetables, on them record labels

To the kids holding liquor bottles.

My side is all riders and your side dont buy tickets

I couldnt get him to pay attention to his four kids

Heres to the kids who fought back

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

I'm the worst example of a hero

For example, not in romances

That shoebox shit, over with