This is a song about "Dont come to my ends"

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

Tears come to my eyes "i couldn't stay there"

How come you can listen to my first album

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

They work to death, when they come home, you dont even have a plate

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

And i dont fall to peer pressure when niggas be like......:hey nate come

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Lately it's come to my attention -listen-

Then i come back to my mom's body

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

No one seems to know my struggle or where i come from,

I had a mother, working trying to make ends meet.

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet