This is a song about "The goverment ain t helping the black youth"

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

And say it in a rhyme for the future of our youth,

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Laser on the floor, every move is watch like the goverment got you by your

Take the time i wasted helping you out on you

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

Mixed with pain, anger, and hateful rage, the essence of youth,

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

And say it in a rhyme for the future of our youth,

And put another half a mil in my bank account

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground