This is a song about "Aware"

You better be careful, be aware so you'll never piss him off,

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Stop taking drugs and be aware of cops hey yo mcee obey my fucken law and shut of the computer bro

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

I am aware of her fair flare, and that bare skin ready to ensnare

You better be careful, be aware so you'll never piss him off,

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

We're aware of these scary truths, daily we bury'em while we evade the news

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

I'm aware of what i've got, and that hate is misdirected

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

Materialize her love for one who doesn't care, i hope that you are aware