This is a song about "Innocent"

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Thinking our own flesh and blood is innocent/

Young innocent black men have to stop and freeze,

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Cause they are too many innocent blacks n' latins in prison.

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

My daughter sees it, says her innocent words to escape,

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

As innocent youth, we stressed bout passin classes/

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Or of the innocent dead we predicted

Bad bitches onlygot a sign on my dick

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

An eternity even though innocent i plea,

And giving peppermint candy to innocent kids

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics