This is a song about "Dull"

Pray to god i don't do some stupid shit and end up in a hearse

Yearnin for somethin greater, soul searchin in this dull hole full a haters

I tried to convince them but those guys are dull, they just kicked their minds outta their skull.

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Tummy hungry for the dull green

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

My intelligence makes this boring, it's terribly dull

Lacking colour, null, dull skull.

A criminal grind mean hustle

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand

Thought life was dull but weed made it bright instead

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

This is the root of all evil

So stay sharp, even when the times dull