This is a song about "I set in school look so many fucking loser"

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

Now they say i look good but i'm a loser inside

I'm not in your inner circle, so i'm fucking up your set

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

People would look at me in disgust, while i was on the bus to my school

To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool

Got a jay in my hand, but so many references if i may

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away

I shed so many tears

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Sometimes i let anger set in

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Cuz i got so many lines, i put some in reserves.

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

So just put the fucking lotion on or set me off