This is a song about "Being in locw"

Just for me being weird in the past/

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

About but no one ever gives anything in return without a doubt. im tired of being

Of being fooled in a prank, which blew me in fragments

Die young, corpse identified by your parents

Blow up and being in a position

First off congratulations on the win

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

Of being trapped with no way out are common in the ghetto,

While i'm rubbing on that ass

Instead of being in class

It's just about the people being trapped up in our system,

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done