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

I ask you what's so good about being a king,

The ones you left out, jobs were giving, better living

Wanna "freak like me," fuck adinaup and down is the object, side to side

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

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

When my days are numbered and i got nothing to whine about/

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

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

How i am to feel about a white boy calling me nigga,

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

But booya booya boy 100 bars of death assassinate destroy

And a way to go from your label everyday looking boy

Opposites attract, boy to girl that's a fact

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast