This is a song about "Being mis judged and being true to your self"

Your white and tryna act black , stick to being white i'll stick to firing

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

To the sound of you being gagged and bound

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

And closest thing you get to god is being dead and gone

Got their rubbish money and managed to get off without being hurt

And i'mma hold you down forever and appreciate the effort

Its easy on tv make them believe what they be seeing

The best part of you ran down your mums leg and ended up being

Eyes and pupils dot the i's so crucial true to being frugal loose as loopholes

Man you never know how rapping goes i got all over the world and different shows

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Me, on my knees, praying to stop being a slave and waiting,