This is a song about "People my ghettto"

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard.

Walk that body, talk that body

Now all my people can you hear me

Which leads to your people and my people clash

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

In case i betray my people and master

Go to school today, tomorrow, the day after

People taking my money because

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Training my craftship using people for practice

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

People dislike my stance, the lyrics in songs,

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

People cursing at me sayin nobody understands my message