This is a song about "How people are judgemental"

Right flows down and they might go nice

How are you going to survive?

Well people are always making fables

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Other people are wringin their hands

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Some people are skeptical

As i light one for ill will

People that are my enemies

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

So quit talk about how good you are

How my writtens are invigorating,

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

I said hey, you right there

These kinda people are rare