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"

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

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

In the far back near the corner trying to take it in,

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Scrap back to the block cause it be bouncing like a pogo

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

Caught up in the moment and she trying to get away,

Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way

Scrap back to the block cause it be bouncing like a pogo

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Cause the moods that get attracted and then try to hang with us

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

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

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