This is a song about "How i want to be like logic the rapper"

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

I need the remedy, dont want to look like jackson

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

I want to be the number 1 rapper in quebec

I just want to know, how does it feel to be cold,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

I protect it like mother protects her young, i don't want it to be undone.

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

But i want to be friends forever, to the end

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

I don't like y'all rap topics and y'all rap logic,

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

How would must i occur to be the only one to test

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

I just wannabe an inspiration, i want to be known as a rapper of the new generation,