This is a song about "Being the odd one out"

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

No one comes, no one ever watches out,

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

According to y’all just the sight of me’s odd is it?

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

Some one jumps out to the bushes to find me

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

I'm a realass nigga sick of being spitted on cause i'm the "wrong" one

Still waiting for the one day when i figure out my fate

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

You were the one i chose, out of all the rest.

No rims on my benz-o, just tint ho and good endo

Of being trapped with no way out are common in the ghetto,