This is a song about "It s niggah hunting season lost sheep stay sleepy dreaming understandings misunderstood back to the future came to the hood with social media and the matrix caught us slipping on facebook trying to catch likes like paychecks cause we hooked hoodwinked and"

Time to pick up our cross, show what we got to the lost, yes we telling and

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

Tossed it and watched it catch then turned the box to ash

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

We been led astray like cattle mixed with the sheep

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

Im on another level, and your winded trying to catch up

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood.

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

So when the dealers came hunting i had no place to hide

She brought you in this world so i'mma sex her right

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

What the fuck do i say to psychologists and social workers?

Give back to the hood like nino brown

I don't want no fucking crown