This is a song about "Im not trynna hate just create"

Im going for the plate , because im trynna get this cake

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

I hate that these rhymes i create are the only part of me i can tolerate

Now im not racist, i just say what i say,

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

Trynna start over like im turning the page paige

Nigga, you pull over, fuck a rover range

But im not religious, im just fucking stuck in a viscous wheel,

In brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whip appeal

Just cause im not a weed sucker

I don’t care where ya are

I rap about death hate and even fear, i just want to confess create lookin in the mirror,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Im a stoner, yeah, but im not a fucking hype, i just smoke weed of any type,

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night