This is a song about "Loyalty and trust e class nigga"

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

How we trust 'em with our guns, where's our freedom and liberty,

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

With that said, i ain't around like my old combs

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

It's factual, this class acts back and irascible

Switch class and i barely just passed

Whatever it takes to live and stand

Good love then i can do that for her

And listen to the class professor/

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

And it hurts, take the "t" from "trust" and just reverse,

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

And the government helps the rich, turns back on the lower class,

Rolling while im blowing this stash

And you just want to get to class