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"

Snapple fact: you rather wack

But i still rap like a black

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

Im not angry, though a little aggravated but im still holdin on to the fire within,

I got sexy ladies all over the floor

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

Like my tunes light a bong rap a song gradually

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

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

I was raised to bump the illest shit, not a gangstewr but im certified hang with killers bitch

And don't be mad just because i've grasped my potential and you haven't savage,

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

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Boom it hit the head headshot,guess im a little dreamy but its okay to die