This is a song about "How rap music should not be taken at face value and shoul"

Tryna blend in like few of my friends did - damn! there too i hardly fit in

I listened to it and it was as if hulk groaned at my face and rap was my passion

But i'm not in the first place

And you should see my face

Laylow fuckin sucks at rap and that you should know

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

Mc's get taken to school with this music

Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit

And i should not be woken, i'm the walking dead

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Should not be hard to find

By god, slow grind

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

Thinking of bliss and the good days