This is a song about "Being misunderstood"

Ha, running rebel on another level

You write normal, fuck being normal

This dark content for those of dark complexion

The latter being a constant misconception,

Never wrong at any level

Of being rich and powerful

For going on being

But he don't rule a thing

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

What good can come out of the hood, we so misunderstood/

Or was i just a desolate being

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

I say what i feel, its not being rude it's being real

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

And how it feels to feel that feeling

But thats the life of a human being