This is a song about "There they are"

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

And remember when there are lows there are highs

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Thinking thats impossible because the voices are still there.

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Nobodies' hands are clean there is no purity.

But i - somehow, some way

There are no words that i could say

Look, they gon' love me for my ambition

And from there on they be trippin'

They don't realize who they really are

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

That's how we make it right

Behind a smile there they hide,

They are snakes they are, fake they tryna take away our pride,

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right