This is a song about "Urban growth and immigration"

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

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

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Social conditioning and

And reminds us that the mixture of guns and puns is too urban and street

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

What's worse, an unsociable comedy central roaster burned by a teen during their growth spurt

Told to leave no stone unturned, what happens if i never get big and discovered

To this day as he roams the urban maze we call la

Our history that they stole, africa

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

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

The projects to the urban hood, where bitches pop rocks,

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I had beautiful words but girls never listened