This is a song about "Struggles as black people"

Your the kind of people labeled as hip-hop's criminals.

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Struggles making me feel frustrated

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Everyday as i get older, people get colder,

I mean we as black community

And losin all his money

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

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

Most people hear me rap thinking i'm black nothing wrong with that

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad