This is a song about "Gina harris"

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

I was so young, raised in the streets of fort smith, homegrown

Wont even bother explaining just say it's complicated

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood.

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Why bother writing what you don't believe in?

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

I'm not even gonna bother to bury you

And bet this, i'm a mothafucking monster

From who knows what brothers don't bother

Some excedrinto get rid of conception

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,