Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture bomb the hoochies wit' precision, my intentions to get richer.

I'm a reflection of the community.

I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to 'em, they stressed out and goin' under.

You know it's funny, when it rains it pours they got money for wars, but can't feed the poor.

Look at those words, 'role' and 'model.' Both of those are fake words, to play a role and to model, that's fake. I'm real. Being real, I drink, I hang out, I party

Though things change, the future's still inside of me.

I exist in the depths of solitude pondering my true goal Trying 2 find peace of mind and still preserve my soul