This is a song about "They right"

They fly, right beside my eyes

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

Lies right before your eyes and they force you to receive it

Y'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shit

Clyde drexler, before the hood got dribbled niggas right up on the stretcher

All right, they call me the professor, but you can call me your successor

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

Holding a candy or knife that decides their lives that's right they get to

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Plus i love the limelight, who wouldn't if they love rhymes right, but i want more

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

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

Down they're craned spines, they say it ain't right, for a white motherfucker to rap

My children flew right by and damn, they look so fly.

Now we making up like a bullshit lie