This is a song about "Things go change"

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Chorus:now everyone finds the change

Things i've done,learned and yet to know would lead me through the way i go

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

Dreams to be on top, never knew things would change

While half my mental belongs in a cage

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

I could go on for days, you could too but nothin will change.

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Then change my fucking mind whenever i go belly up

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Tell that nigga don't trip, just go change my tired fuck

Said her hearts, in a cage

Tell shorty i may change

But im never gona change

With foreign names, valet the range