This is a song about "Not being per"

12 people per jury, ain't no mistakin'

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent

It starts to go downhill by 9.8 meters per second per second

And not to mention it not only mean "being in a mansion"

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

Don't allow pricks to effect you/ not ideal to deal with the ordeal by being hectic/

Did you have fun?cause i'mma need a cab just to get me homemaybe you could call in sick

Where people run on the scene and people don't see your vision

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

His story goes about summers, where he now suffers not being in the competition

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care