This is a song about "Im no terrorist im just brown"

And i ain't frontin for her

Im braver,no hoe saver,

Mines is family over everything

Im stuck in reality im no longer dreaming

Razor grips, laser spit

Im made of just rap no quire shit.

Know im sick no hypochondria

Oh, mama got a visa

Be yourself, just show me you're real

Yo man, im just sitting here

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

Of all day, no one take your place, just remember im here, no

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

But hear me as im just

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

Terrorist creating treason for no apparent reason