This is a song about "Where was he"

But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted

He was coppin' hits and poppin' cris, he was a rocker kid,

At least he knew where to go and how to move on

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Got a bunch of haters, plus i got more to count

Always knew where i was going, what i was about

But when he discovered he was hopeless he gathered his things,

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

I drive that all around

While he was tyin' em down

He was absolutely certain that he was that person

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate