This is a song about "I kentavious be flexin"

I drop bombs where ever i be

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

I'll be who i want to be i'll be who i need to be

I be calling south yeah i be balling loud

Got a bunch of haters, plus i got more to count

And its simple as that baby

Its natural to feel scared i would be,

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

False recovery, i can't be

A tortured soul i used to be

So gon' and be my dealer baby

I promise i might be okay

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

I don't know if its meant to be

So high i’m on the ceiling baby