This is a song about "A boy whose dreams are broken"

Little more weed, first class seats

A keen fiend with obscene dreams

Whose writing better when your raps are more terrible

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

They can't find success, like a foreigner whose mapping

Um, life is a water park, could be fun

Sent from a heart that has been broken.

I am a rapper whose words stab like a machete show!

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

Pissed off with a stiff jaw and now im just a bitch whose/

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

I'm a lightning-fast killer whose blades strike with no remorse,

Catch you up on places i've been

Streaks are made to broken