This is a song about "Righting my wrongs"

Shots, they back and forth

I could barely right my wrongs

Fight your wrongs, pick em out with tongs,

Niggas is working forever my bars

Now it’s never ending

And all the wrongs in preventing,

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

See my pain through my eyes,

We hustle to survive

And i can see our world is dying, money and power's changing us

And 'cause i need some sleep before my test, i'll retreat n' dream 'bout my wrongs i guess...

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

I love women, air max's and liquor stores

Finally able write my wrongs,