This is a song about "Life in the eyes of a white person"

Hittin' curbs and blastin' erick sermon drunk off english bourbon

So hey yo, i'm the type of person, who's says i'm the type of person

Discerning between a sermon and the life of a real person

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

Of that one special person who would complete my life.

I’m only dealin' with you, nothin' to do with your man

It depends, what is good and evil, in the eyes of a madman?

Look in the eyes of the most frightened

Secret society all we ask is trust

I'm destroying the stereotypes of a white rapper

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

So hey yo, i'm the type of person, who's says i'm the type of person

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Lost the glimmer of light that was always present in my eyes.