This is a song about "The struggle of being a black youth in america"

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

When when the economy of america breaks

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

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

Verizon dissed me too cause i was too political

We were losing hope, but the blessing was in the struggle

Three in the air for the people who struggle

Don’t you ever get too comfortable

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

‘cuz being honest and moral doesn’t sell to the mindless youth,

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

Took the form of a human being

And getting money is the song i sing

'cuz many of those black youth are born to die just after birth,

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth