This is a song about "Liking things"

My lyrics are weird not to everyone's liking,

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Sides, this i ain't liking, quit biting, me, you're no lion.

I only got four minutes

Realising that world leans on things

Chattering bring back other things

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

Reflect your liking of pain? how does being violent, portray your view of

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Cause real niggas do real things

She keep liking all my pictures

Better yet they work my every nerve

I would do awful awful things

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings