This is a song about "Junior from the rez"

It's how we put it there

From the threads of despair

Sweat from their pores, foam from the mouth and nose

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

You're a junior, i'm a senior, respect your elders,

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

And instead get it from hearing the song from the beginning

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

Whilst in a school called junior high

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

Not from the north south east or west i'm the ish from

From the cradle to the grave

I get that work from my face