This is a song about "Being outnumbered"

Fuck being counterfeit

And talk some more shit

Plans consist of being successful

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Im tired of being slepted on

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Raised by a momma who, who

I bet it hard being you

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Outnumbered by cowards in colors/ rumbling/

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

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

Like i wasn't going for like mix-tape of the year

Being an alchoholic i fear,