This is a song about "Dad tells at kids"

My mental state tells me to renovate

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

Just remember i said it, by the end of november

When i was 15 the kids at school locked me in a cellar,

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

Everyone tells me my lyrics are dark, you havent heard anything yet,

When a rapper tells me about their goals, i know it's fictional,

Verizon dissed me too cause i was too political

He says cuz the other kids look at me like their blind

They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

Now those two other kids are dead... i look at the bride...

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

We misfits and slackers, at risks kids or hackers,

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

You doing the berney at a little kids party