This is a song about "Squeaky voice"

Bet i get like 8 of them

Hook:they raise the voice again

No squeaky clean scenes of ghetto violence is,

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Niggas, y'all think my songs that i write are squeaky clean,

Pulling down her skirt

You're voice brings me comfort,

I went to school with the white boys

Ripped their vocal chords so they had no voice!

I'm just rapping my true voice

Simply out of this world by choice

If you're not happy well then let me hear your voice

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

We blessed to be here

Echoes a voice in my ear,