This is a song about "It s funny how people who barely know me can judge me"

It's funny how you're telling me to get off your dick

Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music

It’s funny how a haircut changed me

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Now all my people can you hear me

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

Only god can judge me doesnt that sound familiar,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

Who the fuck think they can stop me.

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

Everyone who know me call me fucking genius

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

I know some people call me real as hell, but i don't think you can clearly tell

But muerte es la vida; death is part of life see; only "god" can judge me

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party