This is a song about "Standing out"

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

Standing behind a lectern of fire and flames

When fights turn to wars ill make sure im still standing.

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

Still standing with my feet firmly planted,

Standing out in crowds, flipping off police, like the nwa screamin fuck the police,

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

Which gave me the opportunity of standing out straight on my feet above others

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

Niggas claim they making moves still standing where they start

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

This leaves me to one conclusion, standing out is not a warrant.

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

With phony politicians standing slanting unsteadily crooked