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

Let's get it on like desert storm, the pentagon for steppin' on,

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

She sure does talk a a lot about dick, boy she must be in that genital phase

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

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

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

To asking women about how your hot to being a bitch bragging then to judging

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

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.

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

So it's about time i went back to being the protagonist:

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

Don't be scared, 'cause there ain't nothing to worry about,