This is a song about "Being shat on"

Quit being so fucking shy come on tell me why! you just wanted us to die,

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

I'm opportunistic on lines like i'm just being realistic

Find me on the block being part of a statistic.

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big

Being insane on my brain im crazy,

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Remember being on the corner like a fuckin' fiend

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

 just not if it means giving up on being me,

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Come on tell me why quit being that guy,