This is a song about "Being judged for being different"

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

I won't stand for it, being sober i can't handle it

Shook ones get crooked funds for being wack

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

Diagnose/ me for being a maniacal fanatic

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Civilians killed for being a symbol of opinion

For being nasty off the top like my heads got lice

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

Just for me being weird in the past/

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast