This is a song about "People my ghettto"

Training my craftship using people for practice

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Trying to get back to this thing called love

People take my kindness for weakness

With other people, my family, my friends

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Now all my people can you hear me

But we should be body to body

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

People cursing at me sayin nobody understands my message

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

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

And how you make the darkness seem so bright

My rhymes people try to always cite