This is a song about "People who billy me"

Inhale my color purple

From the people who control to people

Ill be wit the people who sparked me, when the wind was blowin hardest

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Remember these are the people who started aids

Who takes out people like you

Cause when i make this stew

Meeting people who i wish i've seen

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

I used to beat up people who just couldn't leave me be

In which are people who believes in one,

Just to match the grind with precision