This is a song about "Being a sick rhymer"

Rhymer who's "simple" in knowledge.

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

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

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

I show many gimmicks yeah, but im a mystical rhymer, call me a big timer,

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Sick of being in trouble because of my demeanor/

Pink drank on, sprite work

Because your a sick bastard

Visualizing being a college graduate,

It's funny cause most of y'all ain't did shit

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Or was i just a desolate being