This is a song about "Live up in a mansion"

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Live in a nation ran by camouflaged communist,

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

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

We live in a society forced to have protection

Yo poor ass probably live with your mom in a shack

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back