This is a song about "Being misplaced"

No one likes being lied to.

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

Your misplaced aggression led em to

Watching for the cops that's moving through

For going on being

I do the right thing

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

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

See originally i was free before being cool was just being me

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

Racists raised us and caged us in with this misplaced hate,

Just tell me that i ever meant anything

Or was i just a desolate being