This is a song about "Getting out of the getto"

Yea,i'm that guy trying to rhyme keeps getting abit out of line

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

I'm getting sick of the bullshit,

Board of administration, yeah we here to stay

I need to get out there soon, the cash is getting away

Yo getting sick of your shit, knock it out,

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

It's getting fucking crowded so they're jumpin out of my mouth

Bow our heads, say our grace, getting out the hood is a god damn race

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Jewish getting married in the church of st. sebastian

But it was africa the continent we all came from

I rose out of the darkness

I can teach you all the sounds of love