This is a song about "Urban growth and immigration"

Yo we ain't from the ghetto but we go urban at least,

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

And inhospitable,

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Remember that i speak the truth and bashur is not some urban legend or lore.

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

America’s growth requires a new flow to be laid

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

As my name get bigger this game get different

Social conditioning and

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

Critics’ drool a miniscule growth in his ego

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,