This is a song about "Jared from subway"

Protected from fatalism.

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb

So keep fronting till my peeps come

What you've done, or where you're from.

I don't care what it did to them

She like dudes whit lotto money from

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

From jacob's ladder following me from behind, blood stained disguise,

You stole from me from under my nose

You feel it from your head to your toes

Scissor hands slice it up like spicy subway sandwiches.

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

Not from the north south east or west i'm the ish from

Even if i die, i'm gon' be a fuckin problem