This is a song about "Lord i am your punishment the punishment of god in if they had not of committed grate sin you would not of sent me upon them"

Im not racist but i am crazy non of them fake ass killers can faze me,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

My mind is full of nothing but words, but nothing refers as the punishment

Murdered every bod from my squad

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

Young and dumb as hell, businesses i'm running well

You coulda sworn, that they were born, upon the depths of hell,

I'm not a child of god but i desire props

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Sick of the bait, sick of falling through the gaps in the grate!

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Your not the best in actuality, you best detest the rest of reality