This is a song about "Being the blackest"

Just for me being weird in the past/

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

They say he the key to my blessings

For being the absent dad in attendance

Just the fact of being there

No medal here, i'm well aware

The latter being a constant misconception,

Ice and rain, letter, center of attention

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

The other was you being a stocky hoe,

And i ended up being the bad guy,

We was high school peers, in junior high

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

A poetic criminal being unjust toward the minimal.

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

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit