This is a song about "Live in the upper penisula"

And just looked at the whole situation

But we'll have a world that the children can live in

Live or get lost in the darkness

And i need you to show me love

Guess who has the upper hand when its time to feast

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

I think everyone remembers the treatment by the upper-class,

Terrorists among the world that we live in,

Young nigga with old spirit and ambition

Scab, fix up look shop joe

Live in a villa the condo/

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

I live on the beach gurls outside bikinis in the street

We can't live here in the system

If you wanted a date, don't come