This is a song about "Police brutality and racist foundation of the criminal justice system"

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

I'm ahead of the racist

Predictable, however, is the life of a criminal

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

The justice system? well the cops featherweight it,

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

The myth of a system alienating its people

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

I am the light in the pit the slim in the fit the foundation of this rap domestication

To stop all of this brutality.

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

The life of a criminal, living on a chain

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

Your the criminal this is poetic justice, heart is saying fuck this