This is a song about "Trying to leave his community to better the lives of his family"

We don't set prices we don't set prices we create that shit off the dome

That was destroyed by the elder board as he was being told to leave his home.

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

He try his best to love me, but he promise he'll do better

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

No poor family wants to see his son gone in the middle of the day in harlem

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

The disappointment he is to a family, his enjoyment turned to insanity

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Gain respect by stealing everything from a man trying his best to work for a car

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Now i ain't mean no disrespect to the gay community

Trying to get his life together, or something of that sought

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

A boy in his prime trying to leave his mark in this world

I can’t promise this verse will be better than the first