This is a song about "Being mad at the world"

Now im mad at the hood like a crook

This information is vital, look

Angry at the world cause we've been labeled dangerous

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

The world at risk, all on his wrist, the mic is gripped/

At the thought of being popular

And none drum, iller than ninth wonder

And the walls fully padded fuck the world ive had it im mad at it

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

The world seems strange at times

Short days, long nights

Dreaming of being the best at this rap shit

This is like love, that you can never get

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Dreaming of being the best at this rap shit