This is a song about "A boy who s parents don t like him"

Told me rep the city good keep the board moving

Once their was a boy who felt like a king,

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

I just had to ask, tell me if it's real

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Seems like there s a killer on the scene

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

You don;t thin anymore

Didn't do a thing at all

Feeling like bad-boy, a mad man deployed to destroy who makes him madder,

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer