This is a song about "Certified"

I was raised to bump the illest shit, not a gangstewr but im certified hang with killers bitch

But anyway i want to make sure that i have to calibrate with an orange

I want to commit suicide, i wish to be certified as deceased,

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

Raps demolishing certified the way i style it

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket