This is a song about "Everyone thinks that girls love fashion everyone thinks that boys like sports stereotypical thinks everyone thinks that no one is hacking yeah thats just girly no"

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Everyone thinks they will be pro rappers,

Its so simple to see things from a genius perspective

Going to class taking notes is what my mum thinks

Not just another dick that thinks he's got swagger

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Thinks he's the tits but that crap's fallacious, tremendously heinous

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

His mother's always worried, thinks that he's knocking boots,

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

Looks at that young ass and thinks to do nothing but kill her

Always wanted a piece of the pie, now it’s sliced right

I don't have a decent mic and no one thinks it's alright

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

His mother's always worried, thinks that he's knocking boots,