This is a song about "Working suckers to death"

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

I'm sick of seeing ghetto-grown kids who nearly fight to death,

We're working nine-to-five at different jobs, around the clock,

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

I always tell the truth even if it leads to my death

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

New orleans, swag, wild style, foul child, suckers,

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

The system aint working like what we used to be

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

I had a mother, working trying to make ends meet.

I felt like i needed to die my own death,

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells