This is a song about "Voice changing"

Grow up and let out your voice,

Roll trees for the boys

I went to school with the white boys

You'll be sitting here with no voice/

Changing thoughts of people cynical

As i light one for ill will

Sorry fam i don't see school changing what i am

I seems i lost my little homie he's a changed man

Her voice was soft and sweet,

I pray the lord my guns to keep

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

I'm pacing back and forth my heart rate is changing

Every day stays the same, but i'm what's changing

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring