This is a song about "For my nniggas"

The glare makes me hard to find

I'm still looking for my mind

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

My surrounding always expecting for more

I vote for my own submission,

You're uncool like my mother kin

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

Tatted my moms on my back for ambition

For my current situation

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

For living my life style

Run for cover and return fire

I'm feelin' like i better have an answer

And fiendin' for my mercedessuckers scatter

Hand on my heart for my actual anthem.

The race war, when it's us against all of them