This is a song about "I was hazed"

Up on her. i was doing my thing i was getting this

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

When i was little i was writing shit while other kids was out skipping rope

I'm gonna proudly spit dope, just like my rhymes are a bounty globe,

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

Up on her. i was doing my thing i was getting this

Cause i was the one abused man i was the victim

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

I was told i was cold hearted

Another love song about shit

When i was young i was told that shit was whack

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track