This is a song about "Jonathon li"

Dun want your courtesy bitch i won't bet even my a.tom call me a low brow

I’m so foulx-rayin' every girl blouseforgive me, i’m back calm now

Your fuckin’ neighborhood doesn’t determine your social class,

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Took the form of a human being

Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

Migrating to a higher form of consequence compliments

Bottom row of the bronze and gold social ladder, bother? don't

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

I guess this is rap in its pure form

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

They ain't grossing a million liquid, don't form an opinion