This is a song about "Dealing with adolescence"

Somthing that i just cant dealing

Bun b, i’m underground king

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

There's real rap without the drug dealing shit,

You're so drunk take a nap on your bunk, you’re dealing with stuntman, so be aware

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

I was underground but wasn't trying to renew the lease

I hope not because i cant be dealing with little babies,

Told me she was #speeding 'cause of dealing with scars left

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Never loved during adolescence, only thing i loved were smoke sessions,

My true form is denial and arrogance yet i seem to be wearing acceptance

In a drug-dealing locked car with the police in hot pursuit,

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

Its so simple to see things from a genius perspective

You dealing fire you don't know who messing with