This is just a little jab at award shows, really. I’m saying that very rarely do legitimately talented musicians receive awards for their work, here, I used a Grammy as an example.

They’re more prone to give an award to an artist who can create catchy, financially successful tunes, as opposed to a moving piece of music.

I’m just demonstrating my love for my city and it’s inhabitants, regardless of whether or not we’re sinning or heathenish.

Wax folds are folded wax-papers containing heroin. Ocean County, my county, is the capital for heroin in the United States. Drug dealers pack their heroin into these wax folds to sell them.

I’m basically stating that either making it with rap music or being a drug dealer seem to be the only ways of making any type of substantial amount of money in my area.

Our ‘resources’, meaning our finances, are ‘sourced’ or used for, illegal narcotics. The narcotic that I used in this lyric being cocaine.

When I say that were ‘snorting purer than the lord of the Aryans’, I mean that we’re ingesting the very best, and purest cocaine.

An Aryan, in the eyes of the Nazi party during World War II, was the ultimate human being, possessing both blond hair and blue eyes. To them, it was the only ‘pure’ bred person.

So if one were to snort cocaine to the metaphorical-equivalent to the lord, or leader, of the ‘master race’, they would inhaling the very best of the best.

A ‘moor’ is a Muslim from Europe. If a sinning Muslim had entered the Vatican, an absolute monarchy practicing Catholicism, he wouldn’t find his forgiveness there, since he practices a different religion.

I’m comparing my town’s financial situation to that of the emotions of a Muslim searching for forgiveness, but can’t find it.

The comparison between ‘horses and carriages’ to ‘Porsches’ is solely there to compare time-frames.

Since the beginning of civilizations, where they had used horses and carriages for transportation, there has been murders, and to this day, where we use automobiles for transportation, there still remains senseless killings.

The common theme of this entire song is ‘stress’, and this first verse demonstrates the general stress of living in my city, and the adult’s, along with the school systems, dis-concern for our well-being.

This hook here demonstrates the common mentality among myself and my peers, where were looking for something to ease the stress, whether it’d be drugs or simply smoking a pack of cigarettes.

I’m trying to smoke menthol cigarettes or ingest prescription pills to put a halt on the anxiety.

‘The local man’ is the local drug dealer, and a ‘bag of the best’ is his weed.

It was inspired by Isaiah Rashad’s song ‘Cilvia Demo’, using remnants of ‘what up’, found in that song’s chorus; an homage.

This is a play on the Notorious B.I.G’s lyrics from the song Spit Your Game, which is where the title also reigns from:

“Spit your game, talk your shit
Grab your gat, call your clique”

As well as :

“Our situation is a tight one
Whatcha gonna do, fight or run?”

Simply telling people who judge our lifestyles to mind their own business.

What previously seemed like a nightmare to me while I was younger has now become my conscious life. Whether it’d be drug addicts who walk around like zombies or family members passing away. At some point in time these were merely fears of mine, but now they’re my reality.

A panoramic shot is an incredibly wide angled shot, allowing for the capture of the photographer’s entire surroundings.