This is a song about "Life black people"

When people thinking they tight, thinking they rapping is life,

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

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

I'm an ironic life instructor, make addicts out of people

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I'm not used to be around black people, that what's worries me

For the life i had to live/ have a dad , but he was black/

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

Who wipes the life of people swiping purses so i can swipe it perfect

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Gotta live your life and dreams, but people keep killing it