This is a song about "Screwing up people"

Seeing people with something nice but, too stuck up to sacrifice.

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Already people running up to me i give them

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

He sees the people he grew up with, they have kids now

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

When people up in haiti get some help after a hurricane

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

But i look up to people gangsters geeks and equals

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Poor black people get put down, and are caught up in it,

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

Why do people eat up the shit he supplies?

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Can't even wake up to screwing safely