This is a song about "My beliefs"

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Me if i ever insult your culture or beliefs

Sorry mama, i can't turn the other cheek

A religion and beliefs, a menace to defeat,

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Segregated into colour race or beliefs like were unequal

And follow there beliefs questionless and blindly , there the true criminals

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

My streaks my testament.

Clap two times if you drunk

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him

Yeah i ain't done

Grab my knife and my gun