This is a song about "A hate for a person"

Not a morning person, hell no

Like curses on the radio

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Is when a person has a artistic skill

A man was fucking crazy that person was sick

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you

Improve myself to become a person, not a who

Change shit and become a better people person

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Carolina where i made it from

You're a faggot person that's for certain

No person came no one ever even offered a call/

That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball

Speakin in third person, i'm a bit of a psychopath.

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass