This is a song about "Being a black disciple"

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

I ain’t preaching now, i ain’t a sent disciple,

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

They hate on calipari, but i never seen the problem

I believed in a higher being.

Now this is what i call an evening

Your white and tryna act black , stick to being white i'll stick to firing

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Ever since my daddy left

A childhood being depressed,

Took the form of a human being

Light skinned women, all sex everything

I'm a masked black assassin

There's nothin' like where i come from