A rapper performs lyrics about earning respect without violence while describing street life with graphic imagery. The song touches on family responsibility, enemies, incarceration, medical trauma, and mentions Gisele Curry as a political candidate.
I am the one, the way your son don't need a gun to get respect up on the street. Under the sun, the best of sons will pop the clock to feed themselves and family by any means. Your enemies, my enemies, we wet them up like a canteen. The yellow paint surrounds the face, don't have a face, so now you like open the gates. Crank a lemonade like a lemonade. Hey, young boy had to penetrate face. Young boy done caught a case. Bang! Now a woman living with the pain. Wait, doctor says he's going to stay. Little goodness is a visual, he regenerate. Now a nigga hard —than the head of the state. Gisele Curry is the new candidate.
