This is a song about "Growing up in a poor neighborhood"

I wouldn't listen to 'emyour power movement was cool

I'm a poor white kid, got beat up everyday but stayed in school,

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Growing up is tough especially when your a teen.

The hardest part of life is growing up.

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

I thought i'd come back and blend in with the neighborhood,

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

Sitting in igloo growing a beard

And there's no poverty or crime and you're a neighborhood,

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Poor black people get put down, and are caught up in it,

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that