This is a song about "Being heard"

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

That bitch was racist, got me fired

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Rappers please step forward

Just tryna make my voice heard

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

I heard you on the south side, i heard you tryna shoot

Whenever you heard my name, all you heard was groans/

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Heard that you alright though

We magnetizing the ghetto

Many written, seldom heard

They call me say, word

So fuck being un-heard, imma make it roar

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor