This is a song about "If you the people writing these songs see this just say hi on the next song you give me"

And red alert was puttin in work, with chuck chillhad my homies on the hill getting ill, when shit was real

If you could only help me out of this jungle bear, i will give you 4 bannanas of the monkies here,

I'm done man i don't really give a fuck who wins me you or the next guy i

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

You see the reason i do this music’s so people will listen,

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Hazy chest, i blaze the cess, wonder if you lace it next,

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

You see me on the freeway

Why i can't move away

Start at 0:10 or ignore the beat and see me rip this kid below the "song"

But ya chose to go before meand brothas miss ya while your gone

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

Hazy chest, i blaze the cess, wonder if you lace it next,

You say you hate it but that just feeds the people whos running it.

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit