This is a song about "Being the chosen one"

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

One moment he shows signs of being mature

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

A ph.d in being dumb, my dream girl. my only one

Rappers pose like actors so i'm chosen as the victor then

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

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

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

I'm the chosen one: sound the drum, own guns

No one likes being lied to.

Streets is calling you

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

About but no one ever gives anything in return without a doubt. im tired of being

If he on the same street as me greetings you are the chosen one..

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children