After teasing the track, Meek Mill has released his new song, "Otherside of America." The politically-charged tune arrives as the rapper just appeared on CNN to discuss criminal justice reform.

"Otherside of America" opens up with one of Donald Trump's many racist remarks. ""What do you have to lose? You're living in poverty," he said. "Your schools are no good, you have no jobs. 58 Percent of your youth is unemployed. What the hell do you have to lose?"

Meek then addresses his upbringing as well as systemic racism as he touches on being black in America. At the end of the Butter Beats and Shroom-produced song, he uses an excerpt from his discussion with CNN's Michael Smerconish.

"I always dreamed to be on CNN to be able to express myself and speak for the voiceless young men of America," Meek said. "The first step I would say: I grew up in America in a ruthless neighborhood where we are not protected by police, we grew up in ruthless environments, we grew up around murder, you see murder, you see seven people die a week, I think you would probably carry a gun yourself. Would you?"

Press play below to listen to "Otherside of America," then see underneath for the coinciding lyrics.

(Donald Trump) What do you have to lose? You’re living in poverty Your schools are no good You have no jobs 58% of your youth is unemployed What the hell do you have to lose?

(Meek Mill) Reporting live from the other side of America Mama let me sip the 40, I was just a shorty Then I started spittin’ godly, and they said ‘record me’ I feel like this shit was for me, this shit just my story (facts)

Yeah, uh

Jumped off the porch I got a Porsche, won’t take it back I’m on the block with the killers and I’m holding my own of course (yeah, check check) I seen my mom and dad separate, ain’t talking divorce (talkin divorce) Said daddy was livin’ by the fire, and he die by the torch (check check) I’m where the AKs is, we like the Bebe’s Kids Ain’t have a daddy, I listened to suckas the same way that Ray Ray did I’m totin’ smithens and HKs and I just was a grade A kid Ain’t have no god and we grew up with hittas and did everything they said Pullin out the block, we spinnin’ that Run in the spot, we gettin’ that Give us some work, we flippin’ that I’m hitting from jail, they ain’t hittin back I need a lawyer, money for commissary And nobody ain’t sendin’ that I’m in my cell like “when I get out, I’m makin’ a movie, no Cinemax” (who!)

Yeah Back home and I’m fresh on bail Phone chirpin’ it was next in tell Block poppin’ it was extra sales Big dogs they ain’t showin’ remorse I was beggin’ just to catch a sale Same block we was goin’ to war I was prayin’ I ain’t catch a shell (check)

We was starvin’ for a thousand nights Livin’ like we tryin’ to die tonight Gloc 40 sound like dynamite I was fuckin up my cop money Sellin’ soap like it’s China white OG’s said “you fuckin’ the block up” I was mad I was tryna fight N**** we hungry Mama at work, daddy he dead N**** we lonely Stomach growlin’ like an AMG, goin’ to bed We hungry Uzi on me, all my friends are dead N**** we lonely Reporting live from the other side of America

Reporting live from the other side Same corner where my brothers died Livin’ like we ain’t got care Told my mama I ain’t dying here 40 on me I ain’t buying beer Ain’t have a will, now I’m flying Lear Bunch of felons on the jet with me Make a movie like it’s Con Air Started off in the basement Now it’s rooftops and LeBron there Still fighting open cases Out on bail, n**** but it’s my year Summertime it get cold out Heater on me like a Montclair Closet bigger than my old house Thinking ‘bout it, I was fine there Came out the dirt Dedicated, I was makin’ it work Medicated I was takin them percs Devastated when my n****s got murked Educated, had to get to it first I knew trappin’ it would get me in jail Playin’ with pistols it would get me a Herse But I ain’t give a fuck, send me to church! (who!)

They gotta kill me in traffic I ain’t with none of this rap shit I’ve been tryna run from these caskets All of this pain that’s in me n**** You don’t want none of this action Go get some money and feed the fam Cause this is a fuckin disaster (check)

We was starvin’ for a thousand nights Livin’ like we tryin’ to die tonight Gloc 40 sound like dynamite I was fuckin up my cop money Sellin’ soap like it’s China white OGs said “you fuckin’ the block up” I was mad I was tryna fight N**** we hungry Mama at work, daddy he dead N**** we lonely Stomach growlin’ like an AMG goin’ to bed We hungry Uzi on me, all my friends are dead N**** we lonely Reporting live from the other side of America

(Meek Mill) I always dreamed to be on CNN to be able to express myself and speak for the voiceless young men of America. The first step I would say: I grew up in America in a ruthless neighborhood where we are not protected by police, we grew up in ruthless environments, we grew up around murder, you see murder, you see seven people die a week, I think you would probably carry a gun yourself. Would you?

(Michael Smerconish) Uh, yeah, I probably would.