This is a song about "Self change"

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Life is so cold should i even fuck me self....

Said her hearts, in a cage

Tell shorty i may change

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Do what do, and never ever change

Call yourself a self made millionaire

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

After some minutes you will change

With foreign names, valet the range

Rapping is self medicating

And this will be the song that we sing

Now everyone finds the change

When i pull up in that candy range

Nigga, you pull over, fuck a rover range

It's time for a change, but not this change,