This is a song about "Birth school work death"

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

I am of blue blood, had a noble birth

And gave the coldest smirk

Puttin in work, to much work,

Since birth this what this world means to me, a lost legacy

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

What you getting is death

So hold back ya tears

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

They work to death, when they come home, you dont even have a plate

Part of me though, is searching for answers

For sure, you were made special at birth.

There's a father and son, just back from work 'n' school

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

You'll never be late for work

I ain't trynna be forward