This is a song about "Blacklist crossbred driven groundswell misunderstood outdrew"

They gotta point em out baby

Others are bein driven crazy

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

And you wonder why i see this shit, i'm driven to insanity,

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

What good can come out of the hood, we so misunderstood/

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

I'm flipping the composition and i'm driven with the vision i've made

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

I'm as misunderstood as vigilantism in gotham

Help me stay driven, my heart is a private club you just got admission,

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction