This is a song about "Isaiah is an asain"

Just to go to liv on a sunday

The world is like an enemy

Concentration is key, can't have an interference

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Is my world an illusion

I'm a son of a gun

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

Everything about us is an ongoing battle

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

An i for an i is what we all live by 

Vocabulary is an armory, knives like michael

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Spitting lyrics is an obsession, going with aggression

But then they'll get my mom for 18 years of possession

Your birth certificate is an apology from the condom factory

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree