This is a song about "Life black people"

A few people he gives props to why his life wasnt cropped

A mother’s son dead, was killed by some kids popped

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

You so black and white, trying to live a nigga’s life

Who wipes the life of people swiping purses so i can swipe it perfect

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

I been seeing the faces of people that have died in my life

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

When people thinking they tight, thinking they rapping is life,

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Black people get followed it stores, mindless locked in prison,

But i just wanna know if i speak could you listen

Half the kids, trapped in this, black abyss, of criminal life thinking

I'm a form a petition, someone gotta be listening