This is a song about "I use to get pick on in school hater will be haters"

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

There’s people in the atlanta suburbs who are dirt poor,

I sapose they get use to it

You don't mean that, you faggot

I get back up and strange voices pick on me

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

I will use my intricate lyrics to expose their simplest gimmicks

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

I get up every day and go to school

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

So i decided to pick up a pen to be/

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Cause i just talked to a hater,

But she forgot about the golden rule

Even poor people can use me in every school!