This is a song about "Here s to change"

Try doing what you doing but it’s out of range

That i have the potential to change

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

Got in more trouble as i got up that age

Took my items to the cash stand, and pulled out my change

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

They say it's no use to help them they won't change

But there’s strange tidings, the tides of war are sure to change

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Had to rearrange and make a durastic change,all i ever made was abit of petty change

I want my 2 grand every 12 hours or youll have to try and stop this machine in a rage

With foreign names, valet the range

That's why the world needs to change

This game needs a change, i'm here to stay,

Yeah ain't that what the song say