This is a song about "Man thinks hes sick with goocie and armarny"

He thinks he's tall and got muscles

Good kids make bad grown ups

And looks in the mirror and often asks himself if hes a stud or not

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound

It started off with lunitic but now hes in the ground,

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

Duck and aflac fear in his peer with sick flu spit

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

White collared sick fucks and i'm the one with a curse on me

You're fed up with the way things are going, you're poor and sick and tired

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

Part of me though, is searching for answers

Hes rasin hell and pullin heaven to earth