This is a song about "Kid thinks he s good at baseball"

He thinks he could be a poet while he is peeing on a pot

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

As she goes through the levels

He thinks he's tall and got muscles

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

He thinks he could be a poet while he is peeing on a pot

He thinks he got street cred because he sped while he was in a lane

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain

Rather live alone forever than live a lie

Now when he thinks of then he begins to cry.

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Blind, damn his so fuken kind he thinks he is better than me

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool

But he was good at teaching lessons, best in the school,

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Like a male version of lauryn hill