This is a song about "Being odd one out"

No one likes being lied to.

Watching for the cops that's moving through

There you feel left out cause no one

But girl you got me open

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Is being slowly filled out, rappers not wack but not good,

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Instead of her dreams being buried and no one there helping,

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

I even the odds, believing its odd is even as odd

Of being knocked out, and soon a nurse is checking your pulse,

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

We can leave before midnight for sure

One moment he shows signs of being mature

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

Being beaten up to the one slamming others to the ground