This is a song about "Bullying why do people feel the need to bully no one ever understands you fully they just judge a book by its cover whats on the inside they will never discover you should know that your words truely hurt when you decide to treat us like dirt you take som"

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

But what do they feed you on the inside

They use it to pay off bonds, its a cycle, you need to learn the facts

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

To this day i will leave you and your conscious to be the final judge

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

So guess what my thesis was? "don't judge a book by it's cover, or you will be left to wonder"

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

No recourse when i strangle you, can't decide how to sandwich you

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

You may feel like a lost book on the top shelf foregone

Baby, you're the inspiration of this precious song

When anorexics see you, they feel they need to go on a diet.

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good