This is a song about "People be cussin"

I know that love it could begin

But people still be quittin'

He’ll be making people rich,

Modify your quota bitch

So all that other shit you on dead, burial

Can't you see? i'm surrounded be these dead people

Foolish kid's / cussin' to their mothers, and we're cool with it

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

See people to be leaving the cold medina

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

I feel wherever i go people be staring

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I'm not used to be around black people, that what's worries me

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

People be goin' like "let me through man excuse you"