This is a song about "Trying to leave the slums"

Sons and daughters wander through the slums for running water

My insecurities and worries shall be no longer

I'm trying to be perfect like i'm joan clever from leave it to beaver.

Far from an overnight achiever, cole is like the leader

Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you

Trying to avoid the g's throwin up the red or blue

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Cause that's when the mother fucker chose to leave

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Really i was the one trying to dance

Know it good when she go no hands

Trying my best to get through the maze

Fire starter put me anywhere i just blaze