This is a song about "Hows that for an outro"

But hows this, your the laughing stock

Only real niggas stay on top

You know...you know who you are

Hopin for an answer

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

Raised as an asian so it only makes sense that i aim for the top

Deezy runs the game with an iron fist, and that is for real.

The broke me couldn't buy you meals, not even a value meal

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Working for an nonpaying business.

For making an asshole

It's apart of her goal

Judge me for my color and my race, that crap puts an utter in my face

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Floor seats at that wizards game

An alias for ya name