This is a song about "Being slept on"

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Bitch cuz im up for every hour, i was slept on

For going on being

But he don't rule a thing

Don't get it twisted, your being listed, on my hitlist, by me.

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

Find me on the block being part of a statistic.

We slept on the lawn, together, when the weather was warm

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Me, on my knees, praying to stop being a slave and waiting,

And i waited on you being irritated, myrrh sacred

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

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

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit