This is a song about "I guy that eats junk food for a living and his mom doesnt live him"

I press him for decimals out the register tellin' him that

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

Tell me that you're joking not rapping, your raps are like a cane of junk

A fucking sociopath living in fantasy killed his whole family just to live happily,

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

When you probably live with your mom, and can't pay for tv

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

I dont wanna live, i wish my mom had enough sence to pick up a coat hanger,

And i do it for a living

This ain't easy, im thinking

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Trying not to live on food stamps and eat at gas stations,