This is a song about "Having autism"

And losin all his money

Having some prosperity

Having a kid is fine with me

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

This verse leaves you having to read braille

Cycles," "you're no michael jackson, i'm having

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Or having each individual nerve attacked?

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Always thought having you there was comforting

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Yeah, we just having a good time

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

And i know that autism can be tough