This is a song about "Ive got spots"

All the bullshit ive been having to deal with ive had it

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Ive got it pretty hard

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Reserved spots for our casting lots/

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Ive got neon laced shoes, i used to wear crayon paint shoes,

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

State building i like to see it when you land on that fire hydrant i'm the highest

Ive got satan on speed-dial, call that nigga up talkin about slicin open my wrist,

Ive got the sickest of minds

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

Ive got no money and no honey life never sunny

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

And who's to blame?me. ive got more skill purely in my pinky finger,

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her