This is a song about "Young justice i believe in second chances"

Then i cant believe you think you young and tripping

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

I was so young, raised in the streets of fort smith, homegrown

Second i get in the booth,

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Riding around without a fuck given

It would just come out nothing i could believe in

Which i planted to grow and freely provide justice through poetry,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

I believe in converting smiles to frowns,

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

I want justice not necessarily meaning peace,