This is a song about "I am the stone that the builder refused"

I am not the guy that you wanna cross

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Cause i won't rest till i know that i am the best

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Like the pussy of the girl that i am taking home tonight

I am so kind that i am friends with the bees

I'm everything that they call nice

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Didn't want to turn from god, but i'm the child he refused,

The whole world with the fact that i am still the best

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

But i am known to be blown, like a clone or a drone made of stone

Becoming someone you don't recognize

Refused to look into the skies