This is a song about "Like why"

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Doctor why does feelin like an outcast hurt?

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

So why am i calling out ryot, cuz i feel like it,

I'm fried from this ripple

That's why i walk like a cripple

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

My flow'll strike like thunder and rain, that's why it stays wet

Wait,why i suppose to feel like this,

In the caravan with some latin bitches

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

I don't even wanna think it, like... why try?

I don't even fight it, like why try?

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

Why you look at me like i'm such a fool?