This is a song about "Being true to who you are"

You're raps are under arrest for being crap are you stressed

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

I know i've came so far

Who do you think you are

I love my onesand now i put blood on yousnatch money from you

Knew you who threw du ewe yu due que crew true u two drew u lu rue

I'm on point baby, ready to stick you

Girl to bust out i thought you knew that's true

And ronesha some of the things i said to you wasn't true

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

Fuck me for hating on you when you are just being normal

That means i wear a suit and bend the truth and feel awful

But really, who are you to be judging me?

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

That you offer them ones but they ain't let you

Only if you had enough sense to tell what was true