This is a song about "Catch me out her with sol stones as above so below"

Catch me out in barcelona, reading chomsky, feeling lean

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

But i don't want her to be with me just out of pity

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Break my back as i head below

Ballin til the buzzer blow

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

Slit sparks with a razor, hooked up to a taser, so as im slicing her i can tase her

So come and follow me below, where demons know me as equal

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Sifting swiftly slipping with sacred stones

This is oh so much like getting votes

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

These rappers stay giving me lips so i tell em below me