This is a song about "My people"

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

Gentrification forcing my people to relocate

Now all my people can you hear me

But make sure if they do see

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Tethered together two people there still not classed as my equal,

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

People say my heart is cold as ice

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

With other people, my family, my friends

And show these people what my level of skill's like

This is everything that we call hype