This is a song about "Being disowned"

Instead of being in class

No one-half and i hate math

Money ain't a thing

For going on being

I woulda done anything for my own

I was disowned by my parent,and leave alone

Don't want to be the king

For going on being

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

Just the fact of being there

That's when you know you doing shit

Fuck being counterfeit

Took the form of a human being

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Too afraid of being a loser

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir