This is a song about "I aint a terrorist"

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

I said mom it aint just a phase im into the beats

I can sense the end aint gunna be a sweet one

See with a district columbia vision

I guess i aint a soldier

But that's what he liked her

Agression of freddy kreuger in bed im a night terrorist

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

But dat shit aint true, i love a rainy day.

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

Like a cop i pursue yo swag over due you aint nuthin but a follow up

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

This grit is what im feeling but i aint got a light

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

I aint a stoner but my flow so dope