This is a song about "Being bashed"

Cause they don't hear the shit im saying hunger

At the thought of being popular

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Tell him to stop being vulgar,

In the limelight being red hot

I love the way you walk

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

The latter being a constant misconception,

I believed in a higher being.

She say she love me more than anything

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Strap my victim down on a table, bashed him like the man was abel

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

I bashed him in his face til his eyes were bloody.