This is a song about "Bullies and rap"

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Do i shoot 'n' attack like done to deal with bullies?

But he's bullied, bullies is what you cocks are,

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

And put it together

And my rap is a lecture

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

As other bullies chimed in and gave me more punishment.

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Just emerged and already rap circles

Make the fingers snap

And yea i know i cant rap

Can't stand without writing rap and

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

You bullies want to split us down our bellies devouring our pain and suffering/

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin