This is a song about "Urban terms"

And losin all his money

Coming to terms, where we can agree

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

In the urban envrionemt of modern

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

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

You don't know what half this means let me put it in dumb terms

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

In rap terms he keeps it real

She said my love is outta here

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn

Try to come to terms with the fact i'll never learn,

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

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