This is a song about "Dont be a bullybe"

Then there's me, alone, sick an sinful, about to show the world my ripple with this pistol

I said man i dont get you / you rather be a man stuck in the gutter un critical/

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

But fuck that , a hoodrat is something i dont want to be

I created this image

So dont be a fucking bitch(

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

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

But when i be they dont like it

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

Yea i may be a lil crazy too,but dont talk about me jus worry about you......

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Now everything, i dont say be left unsaid,

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Dont mean to be causeing such a ruckus, thought about ending it screaming fuck this