This is a song about "Good citizens"

This information is vital, look

But don’t make this seem like i’m good

We oppressed citizens, we just keep going about,

And i be saying somethin' when i mash out

Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Outdo a retard despite when dressed good.

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

I'll strike this flame, ignite this game, and alarm the citizens

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens

We was loonie i suppose, you could

So sad to say, but it's all good

That everythings fine, ok and good

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

What i do though for good

You bull shit, look