This is a song about "Modest melancholy impotune"

People say that i'm a bum, my parents make modest money,

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Don't say sorry, don't get all melancholy

And now his house is modest too, he went and forgot his roots,

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

My primary concerns are to focus on my modest roots,

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

Bumping the stereo up, such melancholy, no affection,

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Just steal and rape and kill your strife life, trife, modest too,

I guarantee our change whatever we go through