This is a song about "I used to be the shy weak type"

Niggas steady dieing in the shy

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

I used to be full of originality.

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

I be the type to take off before the horn blow

I used to be sick of the scrutiny/

Third ward general, young cash money

I used to live where the flats be,

I just want somebody i can see

Cause you love me, call me daddy

A tortured soul i used to be

The party house, now don't be shy

Dreamin on a lullaby

I used to be a loner that never saw the reality

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family