This is a song about "I need to diss a asian kid"

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

I dont need to be a black boy to bust this rhyme or the need

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

You're obsolete, i don't even need to diss you, you diss yourself.

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

I need a remedy to heal the wounds

Start the applause, a rebel soul lifted

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

I don't trust nonelook what the 80's did

But i was a stupid little kid

To make sure i grew into a man from that dorky lil kid.

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Asian but i never passed arithmetic

With only two songs, look at what i did

Im bout to bust just out a lust but i refuse to have a kid as fucked up,

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck