This is a song about "Indie developer"

Im on tha way

Drug dealers til this day,

Because i'm the best writer in school,

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Activist i'm a fighter i'm a writer

Crack dealers and converts at concerts going black ops.

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

My expensive eye invention

You're uncool like my mother kin

Here's the artist putting salt where you scar is

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Kushed up and my eye red