This is a song about "Being an individual"

I think that i finally reached the pinnacle

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

I aint a traditional individual

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

As an individual you may feel invisible

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard.

To make karma come faster than she normally will

So as an individual if you feel invisible

Remove each individual organ they own

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

They push me to do my dreams of being an mc

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

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