This is a song about "Mixing activist and turning up and but he s wishing they had you back"

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

Call that magic, and while these lames at it, wishing that they had it

You're wishing for dick and you ended up getting your ass ripped

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

But what would you do if you had food stamps and welfare?

Brain empty, insane and deadly, hollowed out and wishing he could rhyme, the pain is ready

Beware for my marksand yo, makaveli, give me them bullets that was left up in your belly

Im on top of my game, they look wilted like they woke up and had strokes

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

But you can always change and come back

Teach you how to rope a chick

He stands back up, and he gives a kick

Cause i'm australia and i'm turning back the boats

That they probably be in the closet of old folks