West side steady chilling had to think about really.
Moved out from the hood now he’s thinking bout a Bentley.
Probably cash out, that’s if he gets the opportunity.
Steady looking at actions no excuses for buffoonery.

Of course he’s looking at the jewelry.

Turn on the television with dreams of telling visions.
Not the stuff that you’ve been seeing on it,
just be honest that stuff’s messing with your mental don’t it.

All those homies steady flexing with the hoes and the cash.
All that flexing got you thinking bout your girls flat ***.

Man that ish is so hilarious.
Got me thinking that the world isn’t meant for good samaritans.
And yet this kid is just an African,
taking shots of the liquor bullets only meant for militants.

Man I can’t be apathetic all the things that I’ve been seeing on the world surface.
Got me thinking I should figure out my life’s purpose.
Should I flex? or should love? or state some mad curses?
Or should I sit back relax and write these trill verses?

All these questions I’ve been asking.
Trying to figure out the answers.
Yet the fear of rejection has me sick of the social cancer.