This is a song about "Not having any voice"

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

Not a crack in my voice, this young nigga so poised

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

// fill with evil a million people.his voice: the devil is not equal,

So any future amends is not my call

Y'all the truth, got a connection with you all

I'm still not protected any oppressed stress will leave me

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Money on the floor, throw it on a broad

Cuz im not giving any thought

If you're not happy well then let me hear your voice

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

Here i go again, falling in love

I'm not taking any chances