This is a song about "Them niggas they gone call the cops the same niggas that i grew up with turned into opps"

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

That wont work so theyll call the cops

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

You wonder where we learn that? i call the cops the roots,

I put my head on the table an sacrificed it all, just to be kicked down infront of them all,

If i was still in the same position i would hang that shit up like a prank call

Cause all i want is change and my niggas they wanted the same

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

I grew up in florida,but from the m.i.a all the way georgia we on the same shit

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

Or bless who the niggas that couldn't hold they own