This is a song about "Guy trying to make it"

No matter if you try to make me look like the bad guy

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

Subconcious trying to make a better man of me

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

Now i'm trying to repent from it

Now excuse me, i'm trying to make a hit/

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

Put my number in your phone

Im trying to make myself known

Trying to make it big no one seems to be to nice

As your family dies, and my family rise

And this that raw shit, dead bodies chopped up in the sewer

Trying to help the race, at a drastic pace, not make it poorer

A nice guy, trying to get by, on the outside filled with life

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice