This is a song about "Letting people down"

Letting the melody synch while i jot

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

And people right down the street from us are still smoking crack,

This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag

I got tired of her letting him get away with the beatings

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

Puff puff puff, shutdown uptown

I got fake people, chomping down.

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Tryna find myself letting the stars show me

Ya kinda cute baby are you new in town

People are quick to not work and kick ya when your down/

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

And people tell me "sit down" every time i raise my hand in class,

Poor black people get put down, and are caught up in it,

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit