This is a song about "Ain t like me"

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

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

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

I need to free them

Vomited on this teacher's t shirt, he asked me to leave

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

You say you ain fake or plastic? ha that's sarcastic, fool youre fake as graphics

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound