This is a song about "A song about the name ezra"

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Than a new song im on the grass so i'm on the lawn

// this song is all about the inequality in the world

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

Like a #whore on the floor, we forgot his name

The cloth from which we came me and them is not the same

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

You bitch'll need a tampon by the end of this little song

For the intoxicating lyrical content of my song,

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

Power-struggle to come through with a song/

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone