This is a song about "Im haitian"

Im in these streets im gettin paid

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

I was on my sway shit

Im still loaded, im loaded

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

Now im thinkin if im gone, then im gone for good

Im bout to give ya, im ridiculing

First off congratulations on the win

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Im like nah im on that delonte west

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Is it because when i get in altercation with a racist they call me haitian.

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

After im gone im forgotten

Im stubborn and im ignorant,

Im happier when high and drunk