This is a song about "Welfare and child support and food stamps"

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

And flash back to my memoirs, a playful child

This for my niggas that really rap hard

Knocked down by some clown when child support knocked

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Trying not to live on food stamps and eat at gas stations,

And that child support still isnt paid yet

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

And pawn shops and thrift stores and food lion, nail it hard,