This is a song about "Being a black person"

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Think of myself in third person and imagine being the simple onlooker.

But hey i'm not a person

Baby you're the one

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

A man was fucking crazy that person was sick

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Is when a person has a artistic skill

Fuck ur wack bars u weak version of a mean person

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Speakin in third person, i'm a bit of a psychopath.

Use to always be shy not a people person

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

You're a faggot person that's for certain