This is a song about "Sum got to change little kids taking shots to the brains our youth miss guided it strays when they aim this gun play a shame prison is plots while survivors dodge cops money exchange hands we all materlistic just because u listen don t mean you paying att"

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Yo just drop the gun and we can get you in to a mental institution/

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

But it doesn't mean a thing if they don't want to listen,

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

But i mean damn dr g, just listen to this song

They got all this money while people are poor

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

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Gun shots cloud our thoughts, young authors evading cops

It's dangerous, the game is a test to our blank brains,

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

Momma say, you making me lose pay

Listen to the lame rings of kids who play