This is a song about "Cursing to a boy about being nothing"

So forget lawrence,the guns,the fightin, and the trappin i rather move on

I'll be cursing out like the people on internet talking about islam

Maybe his hopes were nothing to care about, nothing to excite.

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

Off to the rising convoy of toy-hogging actin all coy

And a way to go from your label everyday looking boy

And a "way to go" from your label every day, looking boy

Crystal clear zoned mirror , need please on knees deplete destroy

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

About a little boy but i warn you it's gory

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Pardon that jargon but since i'm balling they getting salty

About a little boy but i warn you it's gory