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

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

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Three in the air for the people who struggle

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

A young naive obnoxious youth, the cops in hot pursuit,

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

In south america, they attempt to put an end, to the war of drug dealing

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

Bring it all back in the back of a black cadillac