This is a song about "Being used by someone"

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Influenced by how you holding the uzi, someone life in ya hand

But in reality your just being used.

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

That nuvo or that goose egg got you losin your religion

And we so used to being villains that we never listen

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

Badly affect by society, trying to be somebody and not someone,

Now momma told me be careful who you love

My word of promise being consumed by the darkness

Try being what someone wants you to be, messes with your psychiatry/

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I'm over being pushed around by whack clowns.

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house