This is a song about "Rappers nowadays"

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

We either have to live in it or commit suicide nowadays

And fake niggas, better stay up in yo lane, cause nowadays

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Nowadays lots of rapper do they best to try to copy me

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

But nowadays it don't even phase me,

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Nowadays it’s about bitches and hoes and riches and dough,

Nowadays not hard to attain, just gotta refrain

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

But nowadays you don't see it often

She’s a star if i ever seen one

We all dream one day we be kings and queens

But nowadays queens tryna be kings,by any means