This is a song about "Being a loset"

A childhood being suppressed,

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

Was i overeacting just being a pessimist,

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

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

Like a shit motor, being a dumb fuck

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

And she would do anything for everything

But thats the life of a human being

Blow up and being in a position

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Diagnose/ me for being a maniacal fanatic

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick