This is a song about "Growing up in a bad home no food no water dog died school burned"

I love the way you walk

No match to my flow, dog

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

All my niggas get together to gather loot

With no food in your tummy and nobody to lend you a loan

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

And just in time your head is mine

No rhyme is a bad rhyme

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life

I heard them again, and the flame no longer burned

But knowin you through music is going to change the world