This is a song about "Hellen keller"

The plight of a rapper or whatever

Let me take you down to my cellar

Now we livin’ much better, nigga, pay whatever

When i was 15 the kids at school locked me in a cellar,

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

Hoping he'd pave paths n' pack out the basement

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

Still i'm mackin i'm rackin up a fuckin bank vault too

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

George washington, and the rest in the basement

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Im on a higher level, fuck a trick in the basement

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Light filters into the dark of my soul's basement

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Sub-zero stage fatality, down, forward, forward, block