Books for the fire Phones for the wire You gave them everything That they wanted Like you were working for them Impaled on the fence No stance to understand You keep a safe distance Mama ain't work every shift to be questioned by her own kid With my sisters and me in the LTD my family barely fit She was not to be fucked with by them crakkas that she served with What would you do if somebody under you pulled social rank? Would you play that shit? Convenience convinces God inmates creation This is literal Rot or riot This is literal