This is a song about "Speaking whats right"

Oh my apologies i was just speaking sarcastically

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Metaphorically speaking i'm alerting you of theoretical terms,

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

Welcome aboard, it's the pilot speaking

And i like my marijuana bright

Time for me to stand up for whats right

I know whats right and wrong, sometimes can be raspy or rough

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

Ive been in points in my life, where i dont whats right,

Cus what you give me let me know that we'll be alright

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Speaking of chest,i got a knive that could breach in your vest right after your preaching your best