This is a song about "Re being judged"

Because of painful memories that haunt me when people judged,

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn

Burn like furnace urns, re-furnish on the track as a fern,

While re-sealing your stitches

Fuck 2dopeboyz, all them niggas bitches

Drivin a hearse, re birthed, through death,

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

I ain't never judged a book by it's cover or the back of it

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

Board of administration, yeah we here to stay

Its totally up you but will you please re survey