This is a song about "Fyn being a god damn weeb loser"

Blasted out a gat with a flow so fast it'll ransack the god damn tampax

I can rap and make you feel a capsule going down your tracks

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

I thought i was out a-town, but god damn i'm outta space

God damn for once i feel alive,

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Too afraid of being a loser

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Step up, ill beat your ass with a god damn crutch

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

But when i go back into that lingering school i'm a loser,

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Bow our heads, say our grace, getting out the hood is a god damn race

I'm a fucking rap god, niggas going wear me being crucified on the cross and

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened