This is a song about "Rigging"

They kept a nigga hand clean everytime it got dirty

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

Ill hit you out the park just like im kenny loft.

I came from the dirty south(that dirty south),

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

If he does my soul to keep

I'm man handling the beat

I might've been fixing your blind attention

Well baby bot there ain't no question

I can't escape, forever here to stay to demonstrate my deceit everyday

They got you trapped, you're better off gettin shot upi'm convinced self-defense is the way

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

Which compete with each other to complete the deceit.