This is a song about "I got a passowrd on iphone and facebook maybe you should but a lock on your fanny coz your a slut"

Only out a year, now facing life

I should kill your ass with a knife

But maybe you shuld just sit on a dick and rotate too

Speaking heart with a conscious, talking to you

Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day

Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

I give you a halo to reach on the picture placed on your tombstone

At a track meet and your tryna spit on a whack beat.

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

Rappad is aight, your ass should hop on a plane and take a flight,

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

You claim your mean and got a savage team but