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"

I like to use the same words with different meanings, it gives you excitement like lucid dreaming,

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

And by the looks, you're hooked

My bitches fuck me good

Trying to get out of the hood on the wish of a star

A nigga thorough, she knew it before i bought her car

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

The media just loves to portray it, flippin', poppin' shit,

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

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

Pick em' up and knock em' down

Give back to the hood like nino brown

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

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Im just trying to stay in line, with sign that my life is slipping