This is a song about "Hiding from their true self"

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

Hiding down ducking strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways

And i'mma show you how the south was won

And save her from this path that we call self harm?

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

In avoidance of his normal self in a livin hell from this shit he felt

It's late and you stuck in my basement

And kids from the streets, it’s their environment,

This from ongoing, is that their intent?

Oh i’m nothing like your home girl expect, expect

She's rejecting all of me, my true self is what i've shown.

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