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

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Terrorist creating treason for no apparent reason

Now you got me hopped up on that

Im made of just rap no quire shit.

So now we in the hotel, mirrors on the ceiling

Im stuck in reality im no longer dreaming

Im braver,no hoe saver,

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Make the fingers snap

Im a just love you back

And i ain't trina be no thug like i said im just caught up in a mess

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Im not no mamba just mantis,

Aight santana man...let's do this

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Im a screw up i just screw just so that im screwing