This is a song about "How am i ignorant"

Look in my face see how broken i am

But my character never could be like them, man

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

How i am to feel about a white boy calling me nigga,

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

How the fuck am i supposed to bake them a cake then?

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

Nobody knows how alone i really am

I am going to have to learn how to keep my temper

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for