This is a song about "Dont be a bully"

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

He was being a bully so i left

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

I'll battle ya, dont worry tho, i can be quite a nice guy

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Cuz im tryin to graduate in a set class that dont require me to be set back,

Not too close cause i dont wanna be a ghost my soul on a stick burnt marshmallow roast

Wielding a potato at that the end of the rainbow with a pot o' gold

If i look into your eyes , dont be looking for a fight

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

If i'm helping the game, or being purely a bully,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Cops roll by,we mean mug and give a dirty frown,smoking trees dont be provoking these

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

So like i said before don't act a fool

You tryna be a bully like ja rule