This is a song about "Being left out"

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

He'll show you all the voids your mind had left out with that pen.

To yearn for what you set out to be, they won't stop covering you up, being shady.

Kamikazehoping that none of the spies find methat's why we bye bye daily

He was being a bully so i left

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Running out of patience, but being patients the key

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Is what i quest

'till there's nothin' left.

It's like being stuck in a maze and i can't get out

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

Is being slowly filled out, rappers not wack but not good,

Let's head home, being left alone got old, just want the days from way back

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad