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

Everybody finger point in your direction

I don't have time to poke back that strange guy that thinks i know him,

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

And can't seem to find his right eye, " there's no hope for this guy!"

That farrakhan hakeem olajuwon qaddafi rap

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

And junk food that's been feeding me.

It's a battlejust for tha big money

This kid fought for his country and his actions have him grieving,

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

But his mom came and told him "i made ya.

That i got feelings for her but i know she doesn't

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust