This is a song about "Where was you"

Don't regurgitate my sperm

No matter where you turn

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

You knew where i was coming from and would even add on

You dont know where im from

I don't see a problem

Chill with my crew on blacc friday

But thats where you can lay

Areas where hysteria was carried, now it's buried,

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Came back where i was raised, my city orlando,where i see a bunch of condos

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

Have you ever felt like, like you never get life