This is a song about "Fitting in with people"

Like wolverine stepson attacking a deadly weapon

Nine eleven seven seven eleven people in heaven

People running out with a missing tooth

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

Cause this album pack enough evil

Breath in good vibes, chill with your with your people

Cause i fuck all her brains out

People lives with many doubt.

And start hurting other people with verbal abuse

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Cuz i hang with people that skate

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

Yeah, they call me country grammar

Fitting of my eminent stature