This is a song about "Life is a song so let me hit the bong i don t know how to rap but im not black shit might be a little wack"

No where but i know you think this rap might not be fair

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

Ugh this whole verse is wack, i cant rap cuz im the opposite of black,

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

But i still rap like a black

I'm about to snap

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Im not a gangster, but i won't hesitate to let the luger clap bitch

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

I feel like im starting to fade, feelin like this shit might be a little delayed.

I am not a terror is but i know how to write this horror

Fuck talking, i'll stab you with this fucking rocket launcher

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore