This is a song about "Classy not trashy"

Cuz i'm not crazy, no i'm not

Red dots cause i’m red hot

Or spliff it if you classy

I'mma live and die in cali

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

I'm not your nigga i'm not your buddy i'm not your homie, i just get on rap pad

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Figuratively, not literally

Curl up like big worm when i drop

Blacks, whites, and puerto rocs, poor or not,

Ok just listen up a little

Not even metaphorical

Now i've been stabbed in the back and they hate thinking i'm trashy

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Not coincidental

I'm mental, it's instrumental