This is a song about "Being a black disciple"

Top ranked, number one my son

I'm a masked black assassin

Just tell me that i ever meant anything

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

You was bigger than an artist

More like a black ass rapist

I may not look like a black rapper

Interior, inferior, star-spangled banner

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Hold up yea we the best

A childhood being depressed,

But i still rap like a black

Yeah, the sex in the sack

But i want out like michael, but i'm still a disciple

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able