This is a song about "Being missconceived as a bad person"

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

Walkin' down the street like a normal person

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

I swing as a swinging ball and been stroked off being bowled

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

I seen y'all in person you had a look in your eyes as if your were hurting

We as a people decide if shady's as bad as they say he is

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Damn now im being labeled as a hater

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Imma a dangerous person

Something wicked this way come

Doing things to improve the streets as a human being,

I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking

I'm rolling down the window

Not a morning person, hell no