This is a song about "Dek"

My lines rip and tear-making you and dignity-vanish in thin air.

You find it funny that the help ain't there doing circles pulling out your hair

Doctor why does feelin like an outcast hurt?

Wack telling me that i can’t say the word

Now my mama's got a decent job, a high school janitor,

And laugh my ass off on this grass i'm packin' with stamina