This is a song about "I prod to be haitian"

If anything i'm gonna be better than what i plan to be,

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

So i bend over to get the fork, and of course i feel a little prod,

Is to be more than just a rap musicianthe elevation of today's generation

Is it because when i get in altercation with a racist they call me haitian.

Its natural to feel scared i would be,

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Sometimes i need to be alone

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

I want to be respected

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

I have to be quicker, i have to be the victor