This is a song about "Young girl making a good life"

Good think i can spit or i'd be sinking to a life of poverty

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

This girl has got feeling so good damn

Making a difference,

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

How did all them bastards get a good job, good life,

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

She was a good girl, always stored in a pale

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

Growen up to be a drug doing , no good for nothing , young age