This is a song about "Life in cfs they treat me like shit and get away with it"

Come with me and ill treat you right.

Nigga want beef we can take it outside

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

It's like when we would cypher they raised and gave me life,

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

It's like have fun or get a shit grade, or get grades and live a lonely life

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

And they tryna to lock me down like they own that shit

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Is it because when i get in altercation with a racist they call me haitian.

In psychosis i get rushed and i meddle with shit

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet