This is a song about "Fuck my family they treat me like shirt and school i get bullied"

Get fucked like me, but i say fuck my public id,

Just take them clothes off oh look you got your hair did

And they asked me whilst the school burnt, what they were imagining

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

For me and my people loyal to the family

They always called me tripod in school, even the teachers be like

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

I start over, and re-write my rappin urges, but they still treat it like a shit//

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

9. kids who bullied me here's a fuck you,

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

But i treat hoes like credit collecters when they call i don't answer em

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Parents treat me like a baby