This is a song about "The fbi"

I will be by your side

In the face of the outside.

It's written in the constitution and in the laws of fbi, cia, or csi

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I’m just a young nigga advocating ambition

While the fbi or punk police be running in

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

Enter the building through the window

That's what they'll say

The truth but thats the way

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Got the passion for the music

Where the ball meets the wall

I don’t do nothing but ball

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

The realist in the game