This is a song about "Being an idiot"

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

You idiot looking over like who me,say what i want go ahead sue me,

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

I dont really confess, im an idiot/

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Fuck being counterfeit

Don't fuck around and make it true

Cause you freakin' idiot,that's just you

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

I stay distant in an instant only intrest being lifted a couple inches

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

This illiterate idiot thinks he got a chance of winning this

You are a goddamn idiot you nigga

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

You thought that i was done with completely being an ass? please