This is a song about "How i m bullied"

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Bt i m still writing my rap which is lyrical and melodious....

Sticking to the streets like convertible oil leaks

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

It is religious conquest i`m trying to pursue

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

Go crazy when she hear music